The rains have returned, making multiple daily appearances, punctuated by brief sunny spells. No longer warm enough for active growth, most of our veggies are now treats for our feathered friends.
The garden is a constant flutter of wings and birdsong.
Only a few ears of corn remain, but under the soil, the abundance of root veggies is astounding. Our dirt must have been happy this year.
It felt too short this year. Seems like just a few weeks ago that we picked the first leaf of lettuce and tasted
freshness.
Its always so bittersweet to harvest the last few edible offerings. Knowing that had we just a few more weeks of warm, we could have stretched our gleanings that much further.
And yet... it feels good to let go.
No more hurry and scurry to gather and put by for winter. No more wondering how much longer we have before the season ends.
The season has ended. Now we rest and eat soup.
1 comment:
such a sweet post - very impressed how you try to live off your land. Amanda
Post a Comment