This time of year my desire to work in the garden wanes. The summer's heat has drained the last bit of energy from my gardening spirit and I am ready to rest. I enjoy watching everything grow; weeds mature, seeds form, vines climb, and the jungle prevails. But I know frost will come soon and knock the green behemoth to the ground. So I am content to watch it as it engulfs the garden. Beautiful flowers appear every morning in blue, violet, and magenta as their vines cover tomato frames and deer fencing like so much southern kudzu.
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