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  • I used to think garden maintenance was about taking things away, clearing brush, weeding, pruning, killing in many small ways with sprays and barriers and bait. Now it's about restraining myself more often than being an active editor- That crumbling wood tie wall can't possibly be removed, it's bee habitat. That pile of brush is squirming with life, I couldn't be the one to wade in with pruners snapping. I'm willing to let things become more interesting in entropy. It's more fun, and a lot less work.
    Now that the garden is fading, It's time to move things from one place to another again. Nothing really goes away now, hollow stalks piled for insect condos, hazel trim becomes next years bean poles, tomato leaves pitched crackling into the compost. The bulk of my traditional gardener's bustle happens now, putting things to bed. Time to plant the last of the brassica starts and throw the sprouting kitchen garlic in the earth with a hope and a prayer. Time to take endless pictures of bees on asters.
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