It’s definitely starting to feeling like fall.
This is the season where everything feels a little wild, and I can feel the change in the air. The sun hangs lower, the wind is brisk in the morning, and the garden is messy, generous, and buzzing. It looks like it’s exhaling after a long summer sprint.
We’ve eaten so well this year. Between beans, beets, and basil, every dinner started out there somewhere. We planted and harvested a dizzying array of vegetables. I’ve been making fat salads lately: full of vegetables, beans, grains, and tofu. Elaine would be proud.
Lately, I’ve been drifting between two dressings. My old standby, a lemon vinaigrette (bright and sharp, making everything taste more alive), and a new favorite: miso-ginger with lime. It’s tangy, spicy, and a little funky in the best possible way. I can’t seem to stop making it.
There’s a fullness to this time of year that I love, and there’s a little nostalgic twang to my heartstrings. The garden is at its height; everything is layered and leaning and thriving. But I can feel the shift coming… that quiet tug toward fall. But for now, it’s still not quite there.
Still plenty. Still alive.
I’m dreading having to buy cucumbers again.
What’s Next
- Keep picking, cooking, eating, and sharing
- Save seeds for next year’s experiments
- Watch the light change and the garden start to fade
- Try to remember how good this feels when it’s February
It’s all a little overgrown and a little chaotic. It’s pretty perfect.
