First snow, Denver

I'm delighted because it means my water-boy duties are lifted for the season. Terrace Garden, I love you so much. You were the most fun ever. And growing you built relationship with people around here, the whole neighborhood, that wouldn't have happened without you. Now be a good garden and die. Die, die, die. Die already. 

I meant to say simply, "Goodbye" but all that other stuff came out. 

And even now planning for next season begins. See those little dingle balls hanging down in clusters? Those are Morning Glory seed pods. Each flower produces one pod. And everyday the vine produces flowers that last only one day.  Each pod contains four large black seeds. In the same spot on the vine clusters of flowers develop in series resulting in clusters of seed pods. They're all over the entire terrace. They cover the railings completely. Thousands of them. When the vines dry, the seed pods drop. And then you get Morning Glories growing all over uninvited wherever they fall and happen to land in conditions that work, cracks, fence lines and such, and that's why the plants are regarded invasive species. But the pods can be collected before that happens and broken open for just the black seeds, resulting in a small bowl full of black pebble size seeds. Multiple thousands of seeds. And 1/100 of the seeds can be reserved for next next year's garden with surplus seeds right there, and the remaining 99/100 outrageous surplus seeds packaged and given away to delight women and men and children who never expected they could grow anything. You would not believe the number of people who reported back to me the progress of their Morning Glory plants that I gave them as seeds that are ridiculously easy to grow. People sell these seeds on eBay. Ten seeds will get you ten thousand later.