31 Days of the Almost Empty: Growing Season


Last night we had our first frost, awakened this morning to a diaphanous gossamer on every blade of grass. I forgot to cover what’s left of my garden, the few fledgling peppers waiting to mature. At first sun, Bonnie and I waded through the crispy grass to assess the damage. The kale is beautiful; cold crop that it is. I picked some to sauté with my eggs this morning. Add in a little fresh pepper and onion, and this is my favorite fall breakfast. But the peppers did look a little peaky. The jalapeños are definitely heartier than the bell peppers, but I think both crops will be fine. There is a freeze warning tonight, so I must decide—do I want to extend my growing season just a wee bit?

By now you’ve probably figured out that I have trouble with transitions. I went through a time when I tried to psychoanalyze this—revisited my childhood and all that. These days I find this approach incredibly boring. Knowing the why doesn’t necessarily make a bridge across my neuroses. I’ve labeled myself: Adult Child of Alcoholic, abandonment issues, fear of intimacy … None of these names are very kind.

These days, I see my character traits with more loving eyes. Things, people, moments—they mean a lot to me. This is nothing to be ashamed of.

Tonight, I will drape a light sheet over my garden. I’m not ready for the growing season to end. The weatherman tells me we will have a warm spell next week. This frosty weekend will hurry along the turning of the leaves.

But I hope it doesn’t take my peppers.

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  1. says

    Laura, I am so grateful that while transition may bring some changes to our lives, it cannot take what is dearest. I hope the frost doesn’t take your peppers too. Blessings!

  2. says

    What a lovely small piece, Laura. Thank you. I actually have enjoyed the whole psychoanalytic journey and feel like the labels can be left behind, once you know where you’re coming from. And no one is bound by them, that’s for sure. Just helpful to have some insight — on some days, at least. 🙂

    • says

      Yes, yes, Diana. I didn’t mean to imply psychotherapy isn’t helpful (yikes! I’d be out of a job!). Only that I get tired of myself after a while :). This in itself is indication that the analysis is helpful. But it’s true, the longer I live, the more I leave labels behind.


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