So it is now September 28th and it still feels like August 28th outside. Should one be happy, sad or alarmed? Hard to say but since last week ushered in the Fall season, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the month has in store for us Torontonians. Apart from Thanksgiving being around the corner and autumn leaves changing every color of the rainbow, I look forward to pulling out earth tone hues and cozying up to the weather.
As I mentioned in previous posts, the weather up here can get a little steamy around July and August and this summer was no exception to that rule. It is the kind of weather that makes you want to curl up with a great book and read ’til the sound of crickets isn’t so loud in your ear.
I looked out in the garden today at the remnants of summer and observed the ‘harvest’. One and half pumpkins are my only reward from gnarly vines that smothered hydrangeas and spent peonies that I could not tame. Celery stalks appear stunted — yellow at the tips while okras’ brilliant buds wimper. All the tomatoes are gone. All 6 of them are memories which mingled in salads dressed with fresh thyme and rosemary vinaigrettes.
While there was little in this harvest, I am proud of the efforts spent trying to get it to a place I wanted it to be. I have plans for next year already … big plans for a field full of cucumbers and eggplants that hopefully will grow and a field that exhibits signs of my whole-hearted well-intentioned efforts.