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So, it's been a while. Lots of life got in the way. Marta died, after a long battle with death. I held her while she languished and then kicked, fighting death, and was gone. Sandy died, aided by humans because she was just suffering at this point. She wasn't upset. Looking into her eyes I felt like she knew what was happening. I held her, and that was it.

I'm sorry that is so depressing.

I've been cooking more. Pizzas with eggplant and capsicum, kabocha soup, the first pesto I've ever liked, hoddeok with persimmons and walnuts. Somehow putting all the extra effort into making pizza sauce from scratch makes me feel better.

The garden is closed. Winter cleanup for me means raking up some of the leaves but otherwise leaving most of them and the dead plant matter up. This way seeds, especially those of native plants, will spread and add to the natural seed bank. Hopefully some of the Joe Pye weed seeds from the garden make their way to somewhere it can compete with honeysuckle. The leaves and plant matter also insulate the roots of the perennials while breaking down into tasty morsels for the plants. I don't know why the current trend is to leaf blow everything into sterility. That looks so cold and barren to me. I know I need some insulation from the cold when I'm outside.

To float on

I'll take photos of the garden tomorrow.