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So I started a blog. I'm a planner. I like to organize and prioritize. Sounds kind of weird for a gardener, but hey, its who I am. I like dirt. I like starting things from seeds and help them become the greatness that is veggie! I spent countless hours/days/weeks/months preparing for my garden adventure. I read. I read seed catalogs, old books of my mother's, other gardeners' blogs, random websites about gardening basics, and magazines. With that said, I will forever be a beginner gardener/farmer. So, again, I started a blog. I'm going to share my gardening ups and downs, what worked for me and, of course, my epic failures. I love to share tricks and knowledge and experiences with people that I've learned over time. So please, read my blog and come over to my garden, and mostly, enjoy!



Friday, September 14, 2012

Romancing the leaf

Go ahead. You know want to. Blush. Turn a little shade of red for me. Maybe some orange, golden yellow, deep purple. You look so good when you do.

I'm at my best when there is a chill in the air. Seductive. Darker. Almost demented from the anticipation. I spend most of the year in a lovely blue/gray/green airy wonderment. The softness of those colors bring a lightheartedness to my emotions. The pale sea green in my kitchen billows around me and makes me happy when I walk in. But there is a  point in the year where my eyes turn towards the cynical, darker, cloudier days with glee. I welcome Fall with a sly grin and an open door like a secret new lover. For weeks I have been feeling the change. The slightly cooler nights. The extra dewy mornings. I miss my little pumpkin patch from my old house. I will always have a childish fantasy of living in Hagrid's hut from the Harry Potter series. There is an amazing scene where all you see is giant dusty orange pumpkins and fog. I close my eyes and imagine looking out my kitchen window at my garden full of Jarrahdales, Cushaws, Hooligans, Luminas, the edges lined with Babyboos and Jack-Be-Littles and in the middle of it all, one GIANT pumpkin, tipping the scales at a little over 500 lbs. Its not record-breaking, but its big enough for me to hide behind with a knitted shawl from my Momma and a good book. Fall is where I get my groove back. Refresh my soul. End my year long quest for zest, zeal, sparkle. Enjoy the harvest and be thankful for life. Its all in the Fall for me. And he is here, now. Welcome Fall. Come on in and stay awhile. I need your sparkle.
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