How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Paragraph)
Quote #10
It's sad every fall, seeing it turn brown. Fewer and fewer people there. That very first year was the hardest. […]The green drained away. Then the frost hit. You'd pass and hear those dry cornstalks shaking in the wind as if they were shivering. […] By November the cats were the only ones there. (13.5)
Florence sure does paint a bleak picture of the garden. Once fall and eventually winter hits Cleveland, all the plants die off and no one comes by anymore. Take a look at the changed setting: it's colorless, there are shaking cornstalks, and the only occupants are lonely cats. Can you say creepy? Plus, how different is this dead landscape compared to the life of the summer plants. Yowza.