Winter is almost four weeks away and there has only been at most two or three nights of frost.  I can’t ever remember it being so warm this late in the season.  It is supposed to hit the sixties the next two days.  The contractor who was going to work on our patio said it was going to snow in a few days so maybe this mild weather is almost finished.  We will see.

Today is the last day in October and still no frost.  I can’t ever remember that.  Our petunias still have flowers although they are looking a little frayed at the edges.  It is supposed to be a colder than average (according to the Farmer’s Almanac) this winter.  Most of September has been sixties and low seventies.  The fall is almost six weeks in and the weather has been outright balmy so we will see.

Every act you undertake indicates a level of faith.  My wife and I planted some pussy willows that have sprouted in water.  Frost is a week or two away.  And there was part of me that thought it was too late to plant them.

Nevertheless, we planted them.  We knew the plants would not survive in the house and the only way we would have a chance for the plants to sprout was to plant them despite the lateness of the season.

We also planted them together so we can enjoy them later if they took hold and grew.  Gardening always takes faith.  Even tending plants indoors.  You try to do the right thing:  place the plant correctly according to the light and give it sufficient water.  Evey act requires faith.  This is a small example but every act is based on a certain level of faith–some more.

I watch plants grow.  The tomatoes still on the vine I am keeping a close eye on.  Periodically I check the ten day forecast:  frost has not come yet although October is in the second week.  I will pluck off the remaining tomatoes before the temperature hits 32 degrees overnight.

Sometimes I just pay attention to the plants growing wild.  I observed how beautifully colored that swath of grass was–a deep burgundy.  I never paid attention to those wild grasses before.

You never know what you will notice growing wild (or even in the confines of your home).  A few weeks ago I discovered one tiny mushroom in my ivy plant.  The next time I looked it was gone.

My wife planted a twig of a cactus in a coffee cup on the kitchen window ledge and it must have sprouted roots for I observed it growing.  It was only a tiny discovery but it still gave me pleasure to observe.

Some indoor plants I do not pay attention to for days and sometimes weeks and then I suddenly notice it has grown.

Even in NYC where almost everything is paved over people want to connect with nature.  My friend whose party I went to, his whole kitchen window was full of plants.

Everywhere I go people like watching plants grow.  It is their connection to nature and the outdoors.