“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird, I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” ~ George Eliot
It’s fall alright.
Sweeping and raking leaves is now a daily chore. To start it off were the crepe myrtles that dropped all of their leaves for a second leaf-out with a reprieve from the month’s long heat (they’re currently green like spring). All of the blossoms and seed-pods went with them. What a horrible mess.
Next is the bur oaks. Hold on to your hats, folks. Maple leaves and fig leaves have nothing on the bur oak. These are huge, ginormous leaves and they are all getting ready to come down from twenty young trees and two really big ones (80 years old plus). It’s about to get even messier here, and the lawn tractor will have a hard time keeping up.
Looks like a rake and some good old-fashioned shoulder-and-oblique burn. Bring it.
Ginny found a few big leaves to model on the swing out front.
Then she found an acorn from one of the mature trees. It’s as big as her little fist, but I hold it for some perspective.
While Ginny goes to collect pecans out back, I go to check on the garden. Everything appears to be in order. This is what we are eating from the yard currently:
- Bell Pepper
- Snap Peas
- Plums and Peaches are flowering
I simply can not go wrong with bell pepper. I have done nothing with this variety (sweet red) except put seeds in the ground and add compost to 6 plants that I dropped in the ground early spring. I’m still pulling off 5-10 fruit per week, leaving a few to turn red for putting on pizza; red ones are just sweeter when roasted. Scott’s been eating a green one every day in his lunch in place of his usual apple.
When they keep doing this, how the heck can I pull them up? With 20 fruits still on the plants, and little-to-no pest maintenance, they get a reprieve from the compost bin.
The cantaloupe is looking particularly good. There are 6 mature fruits and 10 more that are in the process of developing. Last week, a ladybird infestation (a/k/a brothel) had literally thousands of adults and larva taking over the vines. I regret now that I didn’t grab the camera. The event has since passed. Drat my timing.
Funny…I do see a lot of fat, lazy anoles in the vicinity.
These 6 plants were all direct-sowed a little more than a month ago, three in February’s lasagna bed, three more (including this one) in square-foot-gardening style beds.
We now know that the “volunteer” seedling that has popped up near my (other volunteer) cherry tomatoes is clearly a pumpkin variety. Good. We love pumpkin.
And the cushaw squash in the newly-formed lasagna beds (on the other side of the yard) is doing its thing without me.
Good. I like children who don’t need me.
All the while, Ginny has gathered a nice bucket of native pecans (we have several mature trees out by the creek) and gets to work cracking them all. She even remembered her safety glasses, ’cause she’s a safety-girl, like her dad (not like her mom, who would have forgotten them until something got lodged in her eye).
Then there’s this grub. Actually, we had three of them at one time (“Mo, Larry, and Curly”), but one of them escaped a/k/a/ got left out during grub races. So now we’re down to just Mo and Larry, with Mo getting rather large on a steady diet of bur oak leaves and compost.
Ginny and Mo — say Cheeeeeeese!
Oh, and thank you, Ginny, for playing with the grub after you cracked pecans for us to eat.
Dad gets busy decommissioning the quick-set ring pool. It’s always a bit sad when that goes down, but the fruit trees will get a good watering, and we can start mentally shifting into autumn and winter modes. Plus, the mosquitoes were rather enjoying their leisure in the lack of chlorine and urine. Can’t have that now, can we?
Two trees soaked, 15 to go. The draining may have to go into tomorrow.
Something is amiss in the fruit orchard. Peaches and plums seem to be confused — they are flowering! Such beautiful pink and white flowers must be pinched to help them conserve energy for spring fruit-set. I may leave a few just to have some for my face before it gets cold…
Ending the day on the swing set seems fitting.
How will you be ringing in autumn? How’s your garden?
Happy Autumn, everyone!