My summer on the farm went by in a blur of sunrises, dirty nails, and tomatoes. It's been a little hard to believe that the harvest season is finally over, but seasons always change. Thank goodness.
Don't get me wrong! I really did love the farm, but something in my bones knew it was time to rest. There is a season for harvest, and a season to lie fallow. Now, in these first weeks of November, we've had our first heavy snow and the last crisp leaves just barely cling to the branches.
photo courtesy Mo McKenna
Autumn has a muted tenor to it...
a softening of summer's garish colors and hectic pace.
The months bringing home 20-pound boxes of tomatoes and bags full of hot peppers are done, as are the weekends spent feverishly canning salsa, pickled jalapeños, tomato sauce...