The trees here turn the usual autumn colors: yellows, reds, purples. There are blues out on the hills as the asters are blooming. Most of the ones along the road fell victim to the brush cutter.
I’m the one with the autumn blues.
My garden is sad as the summer crops wither away. A week of nights only a degree or two above freezing took its toll. Nothing is black yet, but soon.
Piles of tomatoes and peppers make me feel guilty every time I go in the kitchen until they are put up.
The days keep getting shorter. There is less and less time to get things done and the ‘To Do’ list keeps getting longer with autumn clean up added.
Black walnuts and leaves are falling like the rain my garden wishes would fall. No one in town is buying the walnuts this year. I still have to pick a lot up or go suddenly roller skating across the lawn.
Acorns are falling on the hills. My goats spend their days gorging and don’t bother to come to the gate in the evening, much less come in to eat and get milked. It can take almost an hour to find the herd and chase it in.
Autumn blues reflect the end of the summer, the coming of winter cold, another year gone by.
These are a matter of point of view. There are good things about autumn. The trees are lovely in their fall colors. My favorite New England Asters are blooming where I asked the brush cutter to spare them.
My fall garden of cabbage, lettuce, bok choi, turnips and rutabaga is up. There is even a line of spinach missed by the mole that dug up many of the seedlings.
The goats are in breeding season. Even though I keep no kids now, spring kids are fun to watch and enjoy for a few months.
Out on the hills the barred owls are calling. The deer and wild turkeys are out.
I may have the autumn blues now, but they will pass leaving the anticipation of making plans for next year.
