Freeze. Blaze. And Fall.

The frost came hard last Friday night. Harder than we expected. Not that we were really worried or upset. We covered the peppers, picked all the eggplants, and said good bye to the growing season. And hello to the harvest season. To the season of long johns and wool hats. To the fall.

This week the forecast called for rainy weather every day but Tuesday. I took it with the usual skepticism, given how this season has unfolded. Monday stayed true to form, with a cloudy morning giving way to a rainy afternoon which saw us top our onions in the dry barn. We geared up for sweet potatoes on Tuesday, as our only dry day, and as (new) usual the forecast changed to no-rain on Wednesday. I kind of believed it, but kept pushing hard through the vines & spuds on Tuesday - trying to get as much done as possible with the dry weather. At days end, another 3600 lbs in the greenhouse and the forecast looking good for tomorrow.

This time, though, it went the other way. With the outlook on Wednesday morning for afternoon rain, we went back to plan A, finished the end of the potato row in the morning and then moved to the "wet" crops - cabbage, greens, cauliflower - for the rest of the day. And indeed it did rain hard that afternoon and evening. Then Thursday & Friday it was back to the new normal again - forecast rain, turning into actual not-rain, leaving us kind of back where we started - In the potato fields. It was a somewhat, but not really soggy week. And it all seemed just fine; most of our sweet potatoes are now harvested, most of our other crops look glad for the drink, and most of the farmers, seem happy for the change of scenery.

Speaking of which, maybe this was all a little easier to take as the leaves started to hit their stride in a big way towards the end of the week. Giving us one last moment of flame before we all die into winter for sure. I think I heard Ellen say "it is so beautiful that it's sad." That struck me as weird, but so incredibly true and quintessentially New Englandish.

We hope you enjoy the harvest,

Your Farmer,
(for Karen, Abbe, Ellen, Ben, Marlee, and Will)