Sunday, September 30, 2018 – Harvest Continues

In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil.

 Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden, 1905

On a beautiful late-September afternoon, after enjoying food and fellowship with family, we harvest the beets. I’ve lost my mojo for food preservation this year, nevertheless I’ll spend this afternoon freezing greens and getting beetroot ready to can.

I had intended to pull the tomato jungle too, but Gerry wanted to wait a bit longer for the Sungolds that are still plentiful. We harvested instead and now three bowls of tomato jewels, in various stages of ripening, adorn my kitchen counter. The rest will come out for sure by the end of the coming week as frost is in the forecast.

There’s also a forest of Swiss chard that I need to cut and freeze, and a bit of spinach that I sowed for a fall feast. It’ll stay in the ground until, hopefully, there’s enough for a salad.

It’s time to embrace autumn and set some October intentions.

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Simple happy.

Conversation in the hot tub with Gerry.

Winding down.

Corn chowder and fresh bread.

The harvest moon.

This book of short stories I just finished reading. Exquisite.

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1 comment
  1. You know how fortunate you are to have Gerry cheering on the harvest. The end is in sight.

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