The Goodbye Season
Suddenly lonely farm dog and summer weeds about to die in the first frost
The frost is coming soon. It’s hard to believe it was 100° just two weeks ago, and now we’re saying goodbye to summer crops and turning our heads forward to carrots and cauliflower and winter hats and freezing fingers. We’ve said goodbye to half of our farmily. We’re now comprised of only four of us and one lonely and bored farm dog and three ecstatic cats. Yes friends, it’s the goodbye season.
But we’re prepared for goodbye. We’re tired of the incessant harvesting of peppers and okra and eggplant. We’re ready for carrot digging, and radish pulling. We’re ready to open cans of preserved summer tomatoes for soup season (of course, we’ve still got more tomatoes coming in the greenhouse). And most of all, we’re ready for those summer weeds that we let escape us during the mad season to die of their own volition in the frost. So, as bittersweet as it is to say goodbye to good people and good food, the fall is not without it’s own glory.