With the promise of more than two inches of rain on the horizon, we spent the whole of yesterday in the garden. We cleared out autumn and settled her in for the long, cold winter ahead.
We weeded, we forked over the empty beds and we filled them up with fresh compost. We picked bucket loads of carrots whose tops were starting to rot. We harvested the last of the tomatoes and beans and yanked out their vines. We thinned out and transplanted kale and spinach and cos. We planted broad beans soaked in garlic and chili (to deter the pesky possums). And we seeded a spiral of rocket and some parsley.
And we lit a bonfire for warmth and to burn the sticks that held our tomatoes and beans up all through summer.
And my farmer boy made us cups of steaming hot Turkish coffee with cardamon.
Time and circumstances and bad weather may challenge that and probably change that, but for now it is.
And when we came in last night at dark, stoked the fire, settled in for the night and heard the rain starting to tumble down on the roof, we felt like we were up to date and on the right track.
Winter looks like she is settling in but our garden's ready for her.
If only I were as ready in the kitchen.
What're you having for dinner?