The leaves thin as September goes, and I have spotted a few deer not far from the garden. Very young ones, meaning there are more. More than Spring. I harvested the big chard, knowing it will be gone in a jiffy. I planted a lot of new greens for fall, with plans again to build that hoop house to keep them safe from autumn appetites. And early winter, if it goes like that. We eat a lot of greens.
The green is dark and mature, a sign of more bitterness. But I love that. That delicious bitterness. Then looking at that color that runs through it. Still clear, sweet, lets the light through. How balanced nature is. Food.
I stitched this stray this morning. A really mixed up cat. Probably born in October, although he hasn't a clue who his parents are he carries season, a sense of that, as his anchor. I will call him Pumpkin.