The weather sure has been wonky! When our trusted Garden Advisor, Dr. Kim Heiman, informed us of a frost warning last Friday, October 14, the four Tree House members (Kavon, Andrew, Tali, and I) all set about recruiting friends to help us gather up the bits and pieces. Though we’d received another warning just weeks earlier, causing us to dig up all of the teeny purple and yellow fingerling potatoes to roast, the current harvest carried with it a startling sense of urgency: the coming of full throttle Fall, accompanied by the dangling of the last crab apples from our adorable backyard tree. As the sad apple corpses began to swarm with bees, ants, and other less visible entomological specimen, our members set about excavating the depths of the permaculture garden of rare native plants and herbs for the famed raspberry bushel, which, despite its menacing spikes, still radiated with the coolness of a careless late summer day. In the darkness of early evening, the moon shone dimly above, yet we were able to navigate through the paths, which were cleared thanks to the hard work of our gardeners during our thrice weekly workdays.
The raspberries–well, to be honest, there weren’t too many left after the squirrels and our mysterious backyard groundhog/badger/thing got to them. However, we were delighted by the few we got. It’s amazing how a little bit of fresh grown fruit can brighten up someone’s day, even in the pitch dark. We then moved to the lettuce patches, picking kale and swiss chard in hunky batches, tossing them into our salad spinner, which quickly filled with dirt. My friend Maddy noted how cool the soil felt beneath her thin shoes. This made me bend down to catch some in my hands–it was pleasantly cold, with the tinge of the frost on its skin.
Finally, we ventured into the tomato section of the garden which drooped in a similar tone as the apple tree. The wide-spread malady that touched most all of the tomatoes did not startle us, since it is normal for the crop in this garden to catch the blight. We have not yet found a strategy to prevent this. Perhaps we should look in the Great Gardening Bible, stock full of knowledge, via the recommendation of Dr. Heiman.
After we emptied our little house compost bucket into the three stocked bins, and stirred it around a bit, we were ready to wash our hands and clean the produce. The energy in the kitchen, as usual, high.
Thanks for reading. Stay posted for fence building Saturday and the Garden Dinner next Thursday at 6pm. We’ll have more posts than usual this month. After all, it is the peak of harvest.
R & the Garden Gnomes