Going to my first garden club meeting this morning, unsure if I'm being brave or stupid. Because really, who has time for community outreach when you're trying to plant thousands of seedlings, tubers, and plugs in spring? I'm sure when the time comes I won't, and I'll end up that oddball member who weeds in solitude, by the light of a headlamp. I just want to be closer to the people in my community who have hands in the soil. This old hippie town is full of deep wells, the kind of ladies who practiced permaculture before it was cool. I'm going in with a brown paper bag of dahlia tubers, like this plum purple 'Diva' dahlia, hoping to make some like-minded friends...Wish me luck!
Thanks for this capture @lindsay_hackney, you've immortalized September for the doldrums of January.