[The September garden is all-things-fall. The World Series. Win or go home. And the days dwindle down to a precious few. Labor Day. The Autumn Equinox. Closed for the season. The crunch of leaves. Back to School. A blaze of glory. I think I’m going to cry. SB SM]
I am the September Garden.
My leaves, once colorful, are about to fall.
Vegetables shine when they are ready to be, as Thomas Jefferson said, “brought to table.”
A few plants are still coming on strong.
Will these radishes bulb? It’s are always a gamble.
Remember the Dave Clark 5 song Glad All Over? We’ve got “Glads All Over,” gladiolas, that is. “So glads you’re mine!“
These are cleomes. Community volunteers in the garden. Who knows where they came from? But look out … they are poisonous to eat.
These Roma tomatoes are destined to become sauce. Hurry up, please!
Butternut squash needs to absorb more sunlight. C’mon guys … do it for The Gipper!
The beans are blossoming, running to beat the frost beat the frost? (Alas, they didn’t make it.)
Cole slaw, here I come. This will be the go-to fall salad.
Dew on the September broccoli.
Put it together and whaddya got?
Salsa? Ratatouille? Gravy?
Preview of Coming Attractions …
And, then one morning when you didn’t expect it … the frost.
There are multiple casualties,
and you are left to deal with the aftermath. You make a note in your gardening journal nit to trust the forecast when it promises it won’t get below 40. There’s always next year.