Fall is here and I’m savoring all of my favorite rituals to mark the turning season. The garage is full of drying onions, volunteer pumpkins have taken over the compost pile, and we’re eating the last of the tomatoes and peppers, knowing the frost is coming soon. Our snow pear tree has been extraordinarily prolific, producing huge golden fruits that we can’t eat fast enough. They’re normally delicacies in the markets, but we’ve been turning them into pear sauce along with all the apples, just to get through the bins of them. This week we started the work of collecting and shredding leaves to start maturing overwinter for the compost next year.
I don’t have much to say this week, but here are some photos from the last month. Every season here is beautiful, but autumn is really something special.
I was going back through old notebooks and found a poem I wrote a year ago, now.
carpet of golden leaves turned brown by the first snow
bitter november wind blows hard in from the north
nothing in this life is guaranteed
why should I stay bound to what the world says
I should be?
Lots of love,
Letters from the Garden: Apple Time, September 19
Letters from the Garden: August, August 6
Letters from the Garden: Digging, June 25
Letters from the Garden: Harvest, June 4
Letters from the Garden: Work Week, April 17
Letters from the Garden: Dharma Blossoms, March 20