It’s really feeling autumnal today. I made a big batch of tomato soup this evening with all the tomatoes that had been sitting on my counter for so long (I used a ton of Amish Paste tomatoes to make sauce last week, but I still had a lot of slicing tomatoes). I also used onions, red peppers, and basil from the garden. It felt so good to get all that off the counter! But then I remembered that there’s a chance of frost tonight, so I went out and picked another 11.5lbs of ripe/ripening tomatoes. I don’t quite care enough to throw sheets over the plants — it might not get down to freezing, after all — but it didn’t make sense to leave those good tomatoes out there.
The trees are slowly starting to turn — the evening light was hitting the one tree in the back yard that’s going yellow already. The maples seem to go at different times, even though they’re right next to each other. One maple out front is pretty thoroughly red right now, but this post from last September 27 shows that Dramatic Tree was bright red last year when the other trees around it had gone bare. The birches tend to start changing (to yellow) early on, and I have no recollection of what the oaks do. Just sort of go brown, I think. One of my favorite parts of living out in the country has to be the NO RAKING. The leaves just fall and blow away (I guess because there are no other houses to stop the wind?). And if they don’t blow away, nobody cares. I certainly don’t.
Look, there’s the moon. My doula came to the house today, and we were talking about what life is like out in the country (she lives in a suburban area). I think one of the surprising things to me about being out here (and it surprised her to hear it) is that it’s not all that dark out at night. If it’s a clear night, anyway. I’ve gotten up on multiple occasions to make sure I haven’t left an exterior light on — the moon is just that bright, especially when it’s full. I guess that must be another effect of not having other houses nearby — nothing to keep your bedroom in a shadow when the night sky is bright. And if there’s a good blanket of snow on the ground, forget about it. It’s almost impossible to tell how close morning is by gauging the amount of light coming through the curtains.
But no snow yet. First autumn, then a baby, and winter much later.