I think they’re technically supposed to grow to the same size, but hey, diversity is so much better! Babywoods and I gathered up the final green beans on the vine, and picked every last tomato and pepper the day before our first frost. ![]() I harvested the final few cucumbers, which Mr. Frugalwoods’ Asian-inspired spicy stir-fry of kale, chard, beans, and hot peppers, all grown mere feet from our kitchen. We savored our final meals fresh from our land: Mr. October heralded the final month for our vegetable garden as our first frost rolled in mid-month. ![]() And it was with this backdrop of fall’s enduring, but always surprising, palette that we relished our second October on the homestead. Heads down, bent on their purpose, cows are among the more unconcerned, zen residents among us. Yet the cows, unbothered by this transmutation of the trees, grazed on. The hills of our little town were punctuated by flaming reds, yellows, and oranges that jutted ostentatiously among the effervescent green pines.Ī herd of cows that grazes on a sloping hill near our home enjoyed the best view of all, situated as they were in a virtual theater-in-the-round of leaf colors most of us would pay good money to see. Peak leaf–when nature’s colors are at their zenith–took place the first weekend of October. Even our blackberry bush leaves turned a burnt amber in solidarity with their taller brethren. ![]() Gone are the monochromatic, dewy greens–all replaced by the wildfire hues of fall.
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