to sleep

The garden is slow to go to sleep. The frost or two we’ve had have been mild. Tomato, peppers, basil leaves wilt, green tomato skins turn translucent as they freeze, but raspberries still ripen, broccoli blooms, and mint thrives.

I turn off the outside water so the pipes don’t freeze at night, but by afternoon I wish I hadn’t, because I need the water for some young trees, to clean birdbaths. I carry buckets from inside instead.

The sun is warm, warm enough (out of the wind, out of the shadows) to sit outside and bask in the glow… and slowly… slowly… go to sleep.