We had our first frost Friday morning, September 19. I lugged in all the heavy pots in in a whirl of panic after a day of gardeners work. I’m glad I did even if I did moan and complain the whole time. Normally I wipe down all my pots and inspect the leaves, etc, etc. Not this year – IN they are and the house seems small and I’m sure we have many new spider tenants. The flannel sheets are on the bed. A new stock of garlic has arrived. There are bouquets of broken and discarded plants – Amaranth from the Park where I work.
Sunflowers from a broken stalk adorn the porch, still unfinished but a sliding door and wood stove are on this Fall’s agenda.
Broken Marigolds now in a vase. (That stack of books will be nice by a fire, hopefully?)
Acorns are collecting on the untrimmed windowsill. I like to collect these much like a squirrel and then offer them on some dark Winter day to the birds, or on a sunny Winter day to a stirring fellow kin squirrel.
The vegetable/fruit bowl is full, overflowing. There are bags of produce lying around our counters.
Roasted cherry tomatoes on the stove. Sauce is bubbling on the stove. The kitchen smells so good. And I want pasta, pasta, potatoes, rice, anything gooey and warm and filling.
As I look around today, trying to summon up a last bit of energy to clean up my front gardens, I realize Autumn has arrived. It was stealthy this year sneaking in the back door. It seems too early. Way too early. It’s warmer today but that wind is blowing – THAT wind. Ah, yes, here, as I check my calendars: last year’s first frost kissed us on October 29. We are ahead by 30 days this year! And well, we all remember last year don’t we? As much as we try to forget. Still, I feel unhurried. There’s plenty of time to weed, edge and plant bulbs and garlic … until that next whirl of panic perhaps on the crystals of a flake? The gardens can wait and I can take a nap this afternoon can’t I?