Finches feeding in the sunflowers this morning, flitting from bloom to bloom. Some have said I should tie bags over the flower heads to protect the seed, but I would rather leave it for the birds and their wild, secret lives, and consider that my harvest.
Month: September 2013
Glance at the farm right now, and it still looks like summer: red tomatoes hanging on the vines, the green leafy canopy of the trees edging the field, rows of bright sunflowers nodding in the breeze. But look closer. The tomatoes are slow to ripen and not quite so sweet and tender as they were a month ago. Orange and red tints the leaves that are starting to drift across the lawn. And the sunflowers are shaggy and ragged, their heads hanging heavy with seeds. Fall is surely arriving.
We had a close call, frost-wise, last weekend. Early, but not unheard of. This week the odds become fifty/fifty, and it’s all downhill afterwards. I usually look forward to this necessary downshifting, the transfer from beans and tomatoes and peppers to leeks and brussels sprouts and winter squash. This year, though, I am not quite sure I am ready for it. The wet spring and cool summer delayed the warm-weather crops and lowered yields, so I would welcome a little longer season. But we will get what we get, which is always the case. The trick is to be thankful, which is also always the case.