Snow is coming tomorrow. Today is the last chance, THE LAST CHANCE to dig leeks or carrots out of the garden. The last chance to put away lawn chairs and garden ornaments. The last chance to get the wood in. The last chance to move things out of the way of the snowplow. The last chance to turn over buckets so water doesn't freeze inside and crack them.
We usually don't know when it's our last chance to say good-bye. Sometimes people slip away before we are ready.
This year's garden slips away tomorrow. Farewell, dear garden.