Fall has come a bit early this year. Considering how cold it has been all year, the arrival of a cold autumn wasn’t too much of a switch. Seriously: I took neither the feather bed nor the down comforter off the bed all summer. And: I swam in our (unheated) pool only twice, in Lake Michigan once. So, heck! Bring on the killing frost, three weeks early: who cares?
I guess *I* care. I mean, everyone loves a nice, crisp autumn day, right? Pretty turning leaves, the smells, the sights, the harvests. I do feel we were kind of shorted a summer, though. Can I complain just a little bit about that? That we didn’t even get above 90* here, and barely got into the 80s at all? And now we seem to be bypassing autumn too!!
Old greenhouse, toward the front
Sigh. The only thing that’s happened that has made me this crabby is that I have closed up the greenhouses. This one task, above all others, means the outdoor growing season is kaput. Finito, done, signed off, gone! Now the greenhouses are buttoned up for winter, and their beds are planted…excepting garlic. I plant garlic very late as it gets big too fast in the 80-90* greenhouse days.
Wait a second: Summer’s still here, it’s just moved indoors!!
Rather spare-looking new greenhouse. The plants are just small, thus hard to see.
Ladder in use! Bags of drying beans and, gah, another winter squash. Note how I haven’t fully enclosed the top of that side wall. Still need some ventilation.
Baby lettuces, typical bed.