garden tools

This is the hardest season for me to make the transition to.

Fall to Winter

The last of the pumpkins are roasted,

and the gourds and corn decorations are fed to the chickens.

The garden is dark and bare…

but not for long.

Fresh pine, pine cones, and touches of red.

Garden trugs

Handmade for the greenhouse and garden by the husband.

Objects of my affection–for sure.

Well used tools of the garden trade.

I know I should put my tools away each night.

But I like them waiting against the fence for me.

the garden way

Indian Summer has passed.

The morning sunrise is later, and sunset comes so quickly now.

The garden tools are cleaned up and ready for storage.

Lined up and ready for next Spring.