And a fabulous first entry it is!!! Three haibun!
I can tell you how it feels to put my garden to rest as winter approaches: finally, I can stop being a slave to this garden!
I love the second one, the traces of those carrots in your car. Every time you see the dirt, you get a tiny taste of carrot, a smidge of the pleasure you had in harvesting them with your children, and memories of the dishes you made with them. That one goes on and on until the dirt is cleaned. I see memory, the function of memory, time travel via earth.
Your poems always bring a scene alive for me. I see your GF parents' back field, the deer beyond their flower gardens, your glass of wine, and I feel a slight wind carrying your scent to the deer so that they know you are there.
Fine work, as always!!!
I like that, time travel via earth.
So when you stop being a slave to your garden, what takes over? Is there something else that you pour yourself into or chain yourself to, or do you just let yourself relax until spring?