For weeks I’ve been resisting the inevitable, not quite ready to accept that fall was on its way and that the plants in the garden would soon start winding down. But then all of a sudden about a week ago that little switch flipped inside my brain. I’m starting to get excited about eating soup and wearing sweaters again. Friday evening I went over to the garden and I was suddenly struck by how tired everything looked. The sunflowers were about to keel over and the squash vines had nearly all withered. Continue reading →