As much as I like the new green of Spring, there is much to be said for the golden, orange and red shades of Fall. The trees around here are glowing with color, and the wild rose hips and wild rose leaves are flaming red in the late afternoon sunlight. Even my poor little frost-stunted pumpkin is turning orange just a little bit.
It's a time of transformation.
The Big Garden has gone through its growing season and now is winding down. I've harvested all but the last of the late crop of greens, and soon those will be gone too. Harvesting the potatoes was my favorite part, I think. Just reaching into the soil and plucking out the potatoes there was kind of amazing. I had potatoes big and potatoes small! One of the potatoes was as tiny as half of my pinky finger, and another was as wide as my palm and longer than my hand! Can you see the big potato there in the picture, covering up my glove completely? The tiny potato is on top of it, that little light spot you can barely see. I've decided that potatoes are very cool.
The Little Garden has been completely dismantled and in its place we have stacked quite a bit of wood. The plan is to make a woodshed in this spot, out of free pallets (that Gord gets from businesses that want to get rid of them), but this Winter the wood will just be stacked on the pallets and covered with a tarp or two. Still, we are miles ahead of last year in terms of wood for the woodstove. That's a good feeling.
I'm looking forward to the quieter time of Fall and Winter, and I'm trying to take the time to enjoy all the signs of seasonal transformation.
What are you noticing in your neck of the woods?
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