Garden’s Fruitful Finale
MY late husband titled one of his vividly evocative pastels “August Madness in the Garden.” And it is. The garden is bursting with life this time of year, and the plants overwhelm my efforts to keep them within bounds.
These are the months when New York summer storms, hurrying through to drop their loads of water, pull behind them fresh mornings with a hint of fall. That trace of coolness in the air tells me it’s not enough to graze myself sick on the produce, but that I’ve got to put some of
