Last of the summer whine
Mar 13, 2022
2 minutes
MICHELE HEWITSON
utumn came early this year. February, the last month of summer, felt like autumn. It might be my favourite season. The dahlias are at their best. There are lime-green zinnias. The sedum autumn joy, a plant I love, is about to flower. I have dug up the last potatoes. I don’t know why digging up potatoes is so satisfying, but it just is. We have tomatoes, and for once
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