This time of year is always hard for me. I love autumn, but I hate that my garden goes from a wild jungle of deliciousness to a rather barren spot, in need of cover crops and over-wintering veggies. This year, I still have my wild jungle of (green) tomatoes.
My fall cabbages are still pretty unimpressive looking, and I don’t really have any fall blooming flowers (something I definitely need to rectify immediately).
I have a few carrots left in the ground.
There are some squashes ripening:
My peppers are FINALLY starting to do something.
However – a lot of the garden is empty & barren.
It’s this time of year that I constantly need to remind myself that what I’m seeing when I look at the bare dirt is potential.
The potential for life.
The potential for beauty.
The potential for beer!
I don’t know what next year will bring, but I bet it will be awesome.