good night, sweet prince
This weekend I put the garden to bed. The days are getting shorter and the temperatures cooler. I picked the rest of the tomatoes (even the green ones) and a load of peppers.
As I began to remove the tomato plants, out popped Mr. Toad. I hadn’t seen him for a couple of months. I think I woke him.
He shimmied into the soil and pretended to watch me work. What he really was doing was settling down to return to his nap.
Ever so slowly he sank deeper into the garden until I glanced back one more time and he was gone. We’ll meet again in the spring.