Prompted again by another “Grow Write Guild” post, I am writing about the transition that occurs in the garden during the fall. It is such a beautiful time of year that builds in color, fans its vibrant wings, and flies by almost too quickly to experience its magnitude.
Even the word itself suggests movement, transition, and change. When I grew up in Florida, I didn’t experience the full spectrum of seasonal change, as I do now in Colorado. I kept poinsettias on my front porch throughout the month of December, cranked down the AC in order to build fires in the fireplace, and wore sweaters any day below 70 degrees, sweating, yet smiling, along the way. I forced an excuse to celebrate a change in season or temperature, despite the fact that my climate didn’t let me fully experience it.
Earlier this month in the backyard. Leaves have fallen off the crabapple tree, and a few firey red leaves linger.
Although we only harvested one serious purple cabbage head, the plant itself is a beauty in the garden. We will definitely try planting theses again next spring.
The flat-leaf parsely made it through two minor frosts and actually grew better, once the weather cooled off.
The view from my back door. Yes, there is a futon on the back porch. Yes, it will find a new home in the house, once we find a spot for it!
Catching the last salvageable tomatoes at the garden plot.
Tomatoes were not a stellar stand-out this season. Thank God for farmers and local markets to make up the difference, right?
The one blue hubbard squash and seven of about 20 acorn squashes from two vines.