“O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe;
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.
- William Blake, To Autumn, 1783
Just winding down after a long day @ work. Thought it would be fun to share some poetry and harvest photos with you tonight. DM
Long Island Cheese
Wild Grapes behind our barn
2011 Cortland Crop
Plums in our East Orchard
Indian Corn in pollination
Broom corn . I planted some of this just for fun. In the pioneer days, they really did make brooms out of this stuff.
braid of onions
Black raspberries from behind the barn.
Heirloom tomato in bloom
Black Futsu. These are rare Japanese winter Squash, great for eating. We ended up with couple of dozen .
Pole bean climbing a stalk of Indian corn in our Three Sisters plot
Ginger Gold apple
Basket of Cortlands.
“The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.”
- John Muir