Leaves dot the grass, grown long with too little mowing (the insects appreciate this “neglect,” no doubt), as the air cools into October and the light grows golden. The garden, as it has been since spring, is full of weeds. Black tarps cover beds that were never planted, and that now need to be sown with winter cover crops.
Where have I been, if not in the garden or at the market?
I have been raising a different sort of sprout this year. This little bean has ten little fingers and ten little toes, as one of his favorite books says, and he has upended our lives in the best way possible – nevermind the weedy garden.
As we settle into a new sort of rhythm, I have been sneaking back to the market – twice in September, as you may have seen, and hopefully two or three more times before the season ends. At the very least, I will be there this Saturday, 9am to 1pm! I’ll have potatoes and garlic, and possibly cherry tomatoes and fresh herbs, as well as lots of crocheted items, from stuffed animals to dish cloths. I’ve missed being at the market, with my fellow vendors and regular customers, and I’m thrilled to be back.
I hesitate to make any promises (nothing is certain where gardens or babies are concerned), but I can tell you my hopes. I hope to grow vegetables again next year, and maybe do some fun new things with herbs, and set up at the market on a regular basis. I also hope to write more consistently again, and keep you all in the loop. In the meantime, this Saturday I hope to…
See you at the market!