Cannibalism in its best form...

I know the word sparks nameless horrors of Robinson Crusoe and his man Friday, of dark jungles and far away drums, of large pots of boiling water and Bugs Bunny getting boiled by Elmer Fudd. Yet there is a good side to it. I have a firm believe that plants do better if the soil has a few of their ancestors mixed in.

This is where the remains of the tomatoes were placed.

For this reason, last weekend I got the lawn mower out one last time. After raking the leaves and other dead plant matter together, I then mowed over it with a bag (the only time I do bag when I mow) and scattered the remains among the places where next years plants will grow. I sometimes feel like I should do last rights or say something over the uncovered corpses, but I'll allow the "oohs" and "aahs" and "My, what beautiful flowers you have" to be the testament of their fallen comrades. Years hence, their children's children may hate me for all of this and revolt, refusing to grow. However, so far I've kept it a secret and things have gone well. If you do happen to visit, lets try to keep this just between you and me.

Here lies lilies, leaves and ex-roses.

This is a mixed bag of many wildflowers