|One in its glory and the other spent and forlorn|
Then when it actually turns officially to autumn, the weather warms again. It especially irks me when Jack Frost makes an early and undesirable appearance, zapping my most tender plants, only to recede for a return to warm summer-like weather.
What the hay! The tomatoes which could have still produced and flourished are now a pile of wilted vines ready for the compost. Needless to say, autumn in the Poconos can be trying on a gardeners senses.
It's odd to see my marigolds among the fallen leaves. Autumn contradictions are like that I guess.