Farm Journal- October
October is a beautiful month- even its name is as round and full as a pumpkin.
It is a month rich with the magic of fall- its winds, sparkling light, and unrivaled palette of color. Here on the Cape, the marshlands and beach have their own subtle beauty that bests any foliage tour into the mountains. And that happy sight of dogs back on the beach running along those vast, empty, quiet stretches of sand alongside their owners at long last...
Back at the farm all the work is done! The blueberry plants are making their fruit buds for next year- a process that occurs every fall and takes about a month- then the plants will drop their leaves, enter dormancy, and rest until spring. The Annual Rye we planted for erosion and weed control between the rows is coming up peridot green and there is a bit of crimson showing here and there on the foliage. The usual entourage has taken over- the crows, hawks, sparrows, bluebirds, swallows, and doves; wild turkeys have returned to forage and we expect the Canada Geese any day. Sustenance is there for all and for the time being the soothing sound of crickets still fills the air.
It is a month rich with the magic of fall- its winds, sparkling light, and unrivaled palette of color. Here on the Cape, the marshlands and beach have their own subtle beauty that bests any foliage tour into the mountains. And that happy sight of dogs back on the beach running along those vast, empty, quiet stretches of sand alongside their owners at long last...
Back at the farm all the work is done! The blueberry plants are making their fruit buds for next year- a process that occurs every fall and takes about a month- then the plants will drop their leaves, enter dormancy, and rest until spring. The Annual Rye we planted for erosion and weed control between the rows is coming up peridot green and there is a bit of crimson showing here and there on the foliage. The usual entourage has taken over- the crows, hawks, sparrows, bluebirds, swallows, and doves; wild turkeys have returned to forage and we expect the Canada Geese any day. Sustenance is there for all and for the time being the soothing sound of crickets still fills the air.
The farm marks the passing of another dear friend who has fluttered down from our tree of life.
R.I.P. Rhoda Marks- love never ends.
R.I.P. Rhoda Marks- love never ends.
