It’s Over and Done With
The basil is tinged with black and tomatoes are rotting. There are a few healthy green tomatoes that have survived the mild frosts and I pick them with every intention of dipping in egg, then bread crumbs and frying until crisp and brown. I tear down bean vines and rip up the woody, still fragrant basil. Everything goes in the compost. The season is over and these cleansing chores are cleansing for the soul as well. It feels empowering; like I am really accomplishing something.