We have had more salad greens and herbs than we've needed all season long, but now it is tomato time.
Earlier this week we harvested and ate a pint of fresh tomatoes and the three biggest purple carrots. We now know that purple carrots will stain your mouth DARK purple for over an hour and are waiting to harvest the rest for a spectacular purple-carrot cake for my son's birthday.
This morning I picked a second pint. of tomatoes, and found a softball-size melon in our melon patch. The peppers are full-size and ready to begin changing color, and the bees are happily pollinating the tomato blossoms that are still emerging every day.
It is my favorite time of year... when the garden begins to show the fruits of our labor, when the summer heat begins to dissolves into sweater-weather, and when the air starts to smell of changing leaves and bonfires. It's time for the crockpot to begin simmering bedtime cider, and pumpkin waffles on lazy day-off mornings.
Every spring we plant hope.
Every fall we harvest blessings.
It's time to enjoy the fruits of our labor,
as we enter a season of change.
