In about a month, I might actually be able to find the paths in the garden again, too (butternut squash, beans, and grapes at the top)
Happy September equinox, everyone.
Depending on your hemisphere, this means it’s either the first full day of spring or the first full day of autumn for us all. Fall, in the days before my greenhouses, was a point on the calendar where I felt the most mortally vulnerable. Ack! All my plants are winding down and dying on me, I would think…and I am of course winding down too! But, now that I am a year-round gardener, the end of one thing simply means the beginning of another. Bye-bye tomatoes, hello turnips. Hello, escarole; see you next year, peppers. And look at the promise of all those little seedlings!
What I need to remind myself is that the beginning of fall is not the end of something, it’s the balance of the calendar. Equal day and night and all that, no extremes, just a slow slide into darker days, a slow fade from the time of doing outdoor chores in the light-filled 10:00 evenings. And darker days mean more time with the oven turned on, as I am more inclined to bake and roast and make pots of stew, cure and smoke meats, and, of course, take care of the bounty that is Apple Season.
I do adore the smell of autumn, though: the high sweetness of the ripe grapes and apples, the fecund mustiness of fallen leaves, the acrid whiff of burning leaves and woodsmoke. It might not hold the verdant promise of spring within its scents but it does hold its own promise: a bountiful Harvest, and thanksgiving.
Can’t you just smell the applesauce bubbling on the stove?