Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. George Eliot
Every month is lovely in its own way, but none is more perfect than October. A cool breeze carrying the season’s scent while geese fly overhead, bees hum around the last flowers, and weeds wave their final farewells. Best of all, the soul nourishing sight of bright leaves against vivid blue skies.
Here are a few glories we find here today.
Lovely shrooms sprouting on the path to the barn.
Last of the basil growing in pots on the porch
and two big pots of carrots, waiting to be nabbed for a snack.
The garden, still brimming with possibilities, some for tonight’s dinner,
and some for the season to come.
This time of year harvesting is easy,
especially because there’s no pressure to pull a single weed.
Some flowers are still happily blooming,
others are lovely in old age.
There are frost warnings. They give me a good excuse to spend time outdoors picking the last of the rainbow chard, beans, and other tender vegetables. Such bliss.
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne