A thing

Hour upon hour of cultivation. Grapes and wildflowers, vegetables and annuals of every color and size. My garden, my prize. A place of pure relaxation. Chaotic order I like to call it. Wild yet tame. Plants with names like Potentilla and Artemisia, pruned and primped. Grape vines that are older than I am, an apple tree older than that. Plants that will come back for me next year and some....that will not. Now is the season to cover and protect until the sun comes around again.