We walked in our woods yesterday morning. It was chilly, a bit cloudy, and the air had that wonderful earthy, autumn smell. There is something grounding — spiritual — about an early morning walk among the glorious trees, the multi-colored leaves pirouetting in their final, slow dance to the ground, the trees whispering shared secrets as old as time.
“I think probably one of the important things that happened to me was growing up in Idaho in the mountains, in the woods, and having a very strong presence of the wilderness around me. That never felt like emptiness. It always felt like presence.” – Marilynne Robinson
October never gets old for me. I love the changing colors – the deep reds, oranges and bright yellows of the leaves. I love the cooling evenings, the chill and fog of the early mornings. And I love autumn perennials and annuals, in particular the dahlias.
Dahlias continue to send up glorious blooms until that first bitter freeze turns their leaves black and ends their production for the season.
Things have been very busy here, but I managed to snap some photos early yesterday morning. The leaves have started their change and the evenings have been consistently in the 50s. Still waiting for those really cool nights so I can plant the 500 flower bulbs and the garlic taking up space in my pantry.
But the transition into winter is beginning. The wood shed is filled floor to ceiling, and the hay for the sheep is stacked in the barn. The cellar has become the go-to place for dinner with onions, shallots, potatoes, and acorn squash all available. I still have leeks, rutabaga, and carrots in the garden, but otherwise the veg garden is winding down for the season.