When we finally reach the time of the killing frost, it’s bittersweet. Sweet because by this point, I am burned out from a long flower season and in need of rest. A few more weeks of flower income would be nice! Mostly my sense of sadness comes from seeing the fruits of a season’s labor die.
A few final plants can survive: ornamental kale, rose hips and bittersweet…all staples of fall bouquets.
There is no controlling nature and the first big frost also means it’s time to prep for winter, and ultimately for spring. We have 5,000 bulbs to plant for next spring’s cut flower production.
Now it’s time to get them in and put the farm to bed by ripping and pulling out the dead material. Finally, we plow the farm for the last time this season.
Something else to look forward to: the adventures of holiday wreath-making!