In her last blog Nina Koziol stated, "Not crazed with the chores of spring planting, weeding, watering and the like, a gardener can pretty much sit back and relax right now. And listen and watch." Amen to that, because right now I can't bring myself to work in the garden at all. I am all about listening, watching and relaxing. I am so relaxed you can barely see me out in the garden. Call it burn out. Call it lazy. Call it waiting for the frost. I just can't bring myself to bend over to pick that weed staring me in the face. Watering containers? Meh, maybe. I bought fall bulbs—and there they sit on the washing machine. I have tomatoes getting red on the vine, Italian beans asking to be picked, basil sulking in this cold weather—and I let 'em sit. I should be ordering compost to spread after the killing frost denudes the vegetable and annual beds and to side dress the perennials. I should have moved those perennials—this one was always in the wrong spot, that one hates the shade. And then the lawn needs fertilizing. Shoulda, woulda, coulda—but haven't. Didn't. Won't?

— Michelle Bryne Walsh