The vegetable garden is winding down. There are eggplants to harvest and leeks and tomatillos.
The pumpkins are fleshing out while the Mexican sunflowers raise the bar -
I brought in a bowl of fresh goodness and inhaled deeply. I know that the season is coming to an end, and I'm not ready to say goodbye. How could autumn be in the cards when I'm STILL picking -
And I won't subject you to yet ANOTHER image of cherry tomatoes! Do you want to see what is happening in the brussel sprout patch? Even if your palate is not enamored - you have to admit that there is a structural beauty to this particular vegetable's growth pattern.
I promised myself that I would begin putting the gardens to bed this week. Two things occurred - (1) the return of the 90 degree weather, and (2) the septic system went postal. No water, no toliet, no happiness! When I woke this morning Scott was already digging a hole and the plumber was in the driveway. No pictures were allowed, but I can tell you that there was very little good cheer. We put a new system in less than three years ago, so this 'setback' was not expected.
On the fiber front, I finished sewing buttons on my featherweight linen top. One might suggest that this choice was erroneous - not so, it was intentional. I love the look of the iridescent green shell, it reminds me of dragonflies darting across a pond.
Sewing should be fun and I want my garments to reflect my sensibility instead of the endless theme seen throughout the Mall storefronts. I'll never be considered a fashionista, and that's ok with me. (I will confess to a love affair with ANYTHING Eileen Fisher - her clothing is timeless, but, unfortunately, not within my budget!) I've made a white linen tank to wear under this shirt and a natural linen gored skirt. NEED. NEW. CLOTHES.
The hydrangeas are turning rosy which always tells me that autumn is advancing. The crickets are chirping mid morning now and I hold onto each day like a precious jewel, tightly, reluctantly releasing at dusk.