It is is orange
with a hint of green… the colour of autumn
My bowl sits round and full, of the last harvestable vegetables- carrots, pumpkin, tomato and herbs.
The fire is on, tea
boiling in a pot above, butternuts and thyme, dry by the hearth,
Tufts of wool and yarn
stick persistently to the carpet and peek from under chairs-
The garden is in limbo
a bardo between the worlds, finished are the sweet things and the abundance,
winter seedlings hold firm to the ground…
The next few months
hold a promise of attending, to those projects, that line for miles at my psyche door.
Tis was a good season, the freezer, jars and shelves are testament, I got lazy at the end and froze instead
of bottled, but my guilty look, can be relaxed here amongst friends.
The tool most valued
was the dehydrator…a heavenly piece of equipment for sure.
Least used… the fancy
juicer, pushed to the back, of the raw food dream, with a whisper of next year.
Plant less of – weeds with the solution being, mulch, mulch, mulch.
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