If you told me in June
when I was itching for a real tomato that I'd soon be sick of them, I
wouldn't believe you. But by the end of September, I'm actually
glad to see the harvest dwindle from two, to one, then finally down to
half a basketful.
Instead, I'm enjoying
the return of the salad. Fall is the best time for salads, when
the lettuces are back, tender and sweet, and can share the dish with
sugar snap peas, bright red bell peppers, tomatoes, and
the last few cucumbers.
The fall greens
are vivid in the mule garden, but I'm mostly saving those to enjoy
after the frosts sweeten their foliage. Instead, the highlight of
the
weekend is when I pick the first broccoli, looking forward to a full
month of one of our favorite vegetables. Oh, and stumbling across
some
shiitakes poking up out of mushroom
rafts I'd given up
on.
There are rodent-gnawed
sweet potatoes to be eaten up, butternut squash to turn into pies, and
onions and garlic on the shelf. The white potatoes' tops are
finally dying back (although I've been rooting out immature tubers for
a while anyway) and the carrot beds are yielding up thinnings that
become more and more carrot-like very week.
I'll probably put a few
more containers of produce in the freezer, but mostly we're just
eating now. The goal is not to take any food back out of the
freezer until at least November, if not December, and the fall garden
seems happy to oblige.