A new friend

[to come]

Final Harvest

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained

With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit

Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,

And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe;

And all the daughters of the year shall dance!

Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.

-  William Blake, To Autumn, 1783

This bowl holds at least 6 quarts of mostly green cherry tomatoes!  There are a few ripe ones and maybe a quart of tomatillos buried in there.  I'm thinking bite size dill tomatoes..

The rodents left behind a few grapes -- I ate this lovely bunch today -- a refreshing snack while I toiled in the garden beds.

Alex LOVES worms. She helped Gregg turn over the compost heap and found handfuls.  She pulled out  this unlucky specimen to play with for a while before she returned him to his eating grounds. 

"There is an appointed time for everything.  

And there is a time for every event under heaven -

A time to give birth, and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted."
- Ecclesiastes, 3:1-2 

Today was the day of uprooting here in the tomato bed and in Bed of Chaos.

Most of the upper beds have been cleared for winter planting.  

There are still some potatoes to dig:

I left behind a few pepper plants and eggplant plants -- with hopes fading as fast as the autumn sun.

And the blackberry has spread onto the tipis.

And then, of course, there is a time to plant again.  

Gregg turned the soil in the beds over and now we'll add manure and compost to make a clean canvas on which to repaint the glory of a garden!

I can't wait for fresh seedlings and the start of another cycle.