|Fiesta of Birches, by Leonid Afremov|
I've been working on stripping the garden of the last of the tender crops. We're in an early cold spell here, with evening temperatures dropping rapidly into the lower 30's overnight. My tomatoes, tomatillos, peppers, and chard have all been collected. I figure the root vegetables can handle a top frost, and I can harvest the potatoes when I have more time this weekend. My kitchen table is covered in green tomatoes working toward ripeness. If I get nothing else done this weekend, I'm hoping to make some more Bruchetta in a Jar or salsa (I can't really decide which I need more). The green beans and borlotti beans have been left to dry down for seed, and the pea seed is about ready to harvest and thresh. I should have a good supply for next year's garden, as well as to share. I measured one of the vines, and it was nearly 12 feet long! I love this variety, it is perfect for a small garden where vertical space is more available than horizontal. (It's called Champion of England, and I originally got it from Seed Savers Exchange. I've grown my own seed crop for the past four years now, and it is a great producer!)
This time of year, I don't mind too much that I am driving hundreds of miles a day for work. I get to see all the changes in the world, which last for only a moment before they are gone, lost to winter.