There’s no mistaking it’s autumn again. One day it’s late summer, you go to bed, wake up and it’s autumn. There’s real chill in the air today. I’d forgotten what it felt like to have cold hands. The leaves are spinning from the trees then sticking to the wet pavement. It’s remarkable how from their totality of green uniformity that now every leaf is now a kaleidoscope of bejeweled individuality.
Plot 29 has felt the breath of autumn too. Growth has slowed right down as the sap thickens. A quiet and suffocating dampness sits close to the soil. The hazel poles have finally twisted and fractured under the swamping weight of the beans (we used last years poles and they have proven to be too brittle..shall use fresh poles next year). Perhaps the beans will come out at the weekend and open up some space for transplanting winter greens from their nursery beds. Hopefully this is the year we manage to move from summer, to autumn, to winter with a good succession of crops. Our winter crops have traditionally gone in too late as we enjoyed the spent beauty of late summer / autumn.
The change in air temperature has encouraged the chicories to change colour, their green fleshy leaves turning purple black almost overnight. We are hoping they will beef up their hearts a bit more before winter arrives.
We gathered salad for supper and made a plan to return on Sunday to tidy up.
What do you grow over winter..?