Every fall my final garden rituals are slowly and meticulously performed. Two weeks ago, with sun warming my back, I picked the last of the tomatoes and gourds. Untying the tomatoes used to involve saving the cut up pieces of t-shirts and washing them. This year all the moldy cotton strips were thrown out. My hibiscus flowers (marshmallow plants) that bloomed so profusely in the hot months were cut 8 inches above the ground. All the yard waste was crammed in bags and taken to the dump. The garden looks bare. 
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