Fall Waxing Autumn Moon
In spite of the 80 degree plus weather it felt like a fall day outside. The sky blue, the clouds white, the sun weak.
Collected the potatoes. After Mark carried the harvest inside, I put the potatoes on slatted wooden shelves that slide into our root crop storage system. They went into the garage stairwell for a couple of weeks of higher humidity curing, after which they will return to the pantry and await their turn in the pot.
The garden beds have begun to empty out. Most of the tomato plants are down, the garlic left in July, carrots, for the most part, harvested. The major crop still left in the ground is the leeks. These are Musselburg Giants and they have grown thick and tall, dark green leaves on top, so much thicker than those pencil lead thin plants I started in the hydroponics.
Fall gardens have a melancholy feel. Plant matter turned brown, fruits and vegetables collected and eaten or stored. In northern climates a garden’s year has its temperature controlled limits, after mid-September growth slows and begins to stop.
By October most things have stopped growing altogether. By November even the hardiest plants have either disappeared underground with food stored for the winter or given up struggling with the cold nights.