Mustard still covers much of our garden's ground in December, growing tastier with every frost, and I find myself overwhelmed with recalling the past year's experiences. I've never been good at specifics when sharing such a full and multi-layered experience and tend to get all philosophical and poetic. I’d like to spare that side of myself, and share with you a few moments from this season in a way that much of our communication is done in the garden - through the directness of photographs.
Every garden has a unique personality, because of the people who cultivate it.
The farm and gardens are a place to get to know each other
They are a place to work hard and learn together.
They are a place to eat vegetables, vegetables, and more vegetables!
The market is a place for exotic foods, games, and madness of all sorts.
And, this time of year is a time to watch flowers fall and appreciate the seeds that they leave with us.
Whoops, those doggone metaphors got me wrapped around their sappy fingers.