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Beautiful and thought-provoking! I laid eyes on your first haiku and the third line jumped out at me "rest well my garden". It's deep and there are many ways to interpret this. I feel a nudge to write something on it. Hehe. 

All the same, I love the way you capture the serenity of nature and simple things in life that we often overlook. Nicely done. !LUV 😊

Until the time when you have your own garden, perhaps a few container tomato or pepper plants would be fun.

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!!! 

The first has such a mournfulness quality to it, a feeling that often overcomes a gardener at the end of season, when the winter is knocking. Your second may have just prompted a poem of my own - I've been a bit stumped. Bloody dirt, everywhere! 

I love the image of the deer waiting. I had a similar moment driving up from the coast at dusk on Saturday night - two huge roos in the middle of the road, watching. It was for all the world like they were ready to hold court in the middle of the road, and were just waiting for me to pass. 

It's sad watching your garden freeze up and die. I love having fresh produce right out of my garden. It's one of the reasons I moved to southern California, but it may be time to be moving out of here. It's just getting too expensive and crowded, plus my kid is grown!

I'm sure your kids love going out to country side. Where I grew up we always had deer, they lived within the city limits so they could never be hunted. Clever creatures. I remember one night one of our neighbors went out to scare the deer away from his garden, only to have a big buck chase him back into his house!
!DHEDGE