A barefoot, dirt-digger shouldn’t have a favorite season of the year but I must confess, that fall may be our favorite. Cooling temperatures, tempered rays of afternoon sunshine, a crispness in the air, and typically inky black starlit night skies. . .it would seem that I am not alone in that preference as you look at what all’s shaking in the gardens right now. What a gracious avenue into old man winter?

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