I've been feeling autumn
looming all week. Don't get me wrong --- I love autumn --- but on
the farm autumn means that winter will be here soon. No more
drifting through summer. It's time to get serious about stocking
up the harvest, burying our water line the rest of the way, finding
firewood, and building our shed.
For this weekend, though, I'm just enjoying the floral abundance.
The seeds I tossed in the ground this summer are finally starting to
bloom, like the brilliant red zinnia on the right. At the edges
of the woods, goldenrod, joe-pye-weed, wingstem, thistles, jewelweed,
and ironweed are blazing.
In the garden, we're eating our first crisp lettuce with none of the
summer bitterness. Butternut squash vines are dying back as
sugars concentrate in their fruits and the last of our staggered corn
plantings is starting to tassle. Even the air is starting to
smell of autumn --- that first tang of falling leaves. The dog
days of summer are over. It's all downhill from here.