The sun came out and bounced off the crystal droplets that held fast to the plants in a great display of shimmer. The water evaporated and the plants took a great breath of the fresh autumn air. We headed out in sweaters with baskets to see what Mother Nature had left us. Like Easter morning, our eyes full of wonder, searching for treasures within the rows.
Doug deftly found the beans that we are drying for winter stews and chilies. He filled quite a bag full. I found rich purple and red tomatoes, bright spicy chilies, and sweet, small peppers. Ear, after ear, after ear of corn. The other side of the gardens yielded two gallons of Swiss chard, kale, and collard greens. A gallon of fresh lettuce. A bag of soybeans to eat in front of a football game boiled just right with a little sea salt and chipotle. The last onion. A handful of cherry tomatoes. Spicy radishes making their second debut this year brought a spring to my step with each peppery bite. Piles of earthy potatoes just waiting to join onions and garlic in the cast iron skillet. And pumpkins. I do love pumpkins.
Through worry and work, through screwy weather and days of bliss watching the plants grow, this is truly the reward. Seeing the rich palette of colors that start to glow and brighten the world in a majestic show.