In early July, I planted the three Nantucket rose starts that had come through the rooting ordeal along with two "Super Dorothy" ramblers that I got from an heirloom propagator. One of each went on either side of the cedar arch John had built this spring (super D to the left, Nantucket to the right in this photo). I planted the others in front, hoping they would climb downspouts and someday overtake the house. By November, as Obama's numbers were climbing so were they.
The Norway maple over the barn began to turn yellow, signaling the end of the season. My tomatoes were still producing plenty of fruit, even now as the weather turned cool. Striped zebras and sungolds filled bags and bags. Next year I'll plant less, and perhaps different varieties since the CSA farm we have a share in harvests these same kinds.
Storm King mountain across the river from us slowly acquired burnished hues as well, as winter was fast approaching. I left the leaves where they fell in the beds as mulch, raked the ones on the grass into the compost pile and began looking for wood for our first fires of the season.
The Norway maple over the barn began to turn yellow, signaling the end of the season. My tomatoes were still producing plenty of fruit, even now as the weather turned cool. Striped zebras and sungolds filled bags and bags. Next year I'll plant less, and perhaps different varieties since the CSA farm we have a share in harvests these same kinds.
Storm King mountain across the river from us slowly acquired burnished hues as well, as winter was fast approaching. I left the leaves where they fell in the beds as mulch, raked the ones on the grass into the compost pile and began looking for wood for our first fires of the season.
