Thursday, October 11, 2012
This week autumn swept through our garden. We haven't had our first frost - yet - but as Dave says, it smells like winter is on its way. The beauty is still there, hidden behind the weeds and the withering vines, but it is a subtle beauty, the golden brown of the butternut squash, the soft greens and whites of the pea vines, the fading yellows and oranges of the last flowers.
There are so many tasks to complete in the garden at the moment that have been put off in favor of completing the new chicken coop, building a cold frame, and getting out and enjoying a bit of the autumn festivities in our area. As always, there are unending plans, and it is always tempting to get caught up and rush through the gardening 'chores.' The challenge is to slow down, to take the time to immerse yourself in the joy of autumn, to hold the hand of a 13 month old, and move through the garden at her speed, picking a weed here, eating a little something there. Our own movements mirror the gradual growth and and gentle withering of the plants that we tend.
Somehow the tasks will be completed before the snow falls, and if there not, there is always next year.
This post was shared at: Small Footprint Family and Fresh Eggs Daily
and the chicken chick and the Homestead Barn Hop