I woke up one November morning in shock that it was supposed to reach 75 degrees. You never can tell what Kansas weather will bring. I have begun the slow process of removing all of the plants (except for my broccoli) from the garden. However, it seems a bit counter-intuitive to pull up things that are still green; things that I have poured my blood, sweat and tears into. Is it really that time?
This growing season in Kansas was brutal. We broke a record for most 100 degree days since the 1930’s. (Frankly, I don’t want to hold that record!) So, I had to fight the weather and a few pests for every bit of produce during this awful summer. At this point, I am ready to rest myself and my soil, and allow excitement to build about what I am going to plant next spring while my soil replenishes its’ nutrients.
So, although it was a beautiful 75 degrees, I pulled out the last of my tomatoes from my garden bed, and added them to the compost pile. I plan to use some newly shredded fall leaves and a little water to cover my garden with a thick blanket. I like the feeling of tucking it in for a nice, restful winter’s nap. To answer my own question about timing, I took a quick glance at the weather. The next day's forecast: Rain with a high of 52. I guess it is that time, after all.