Autumn is here and with it comes the crisp, cool air that so often threatens winter. As I stare out into the garden, still alive and somewhat kicking, I think back to the freshness of spring; that feeling of wonder as I watched my little seedlings sprouting under their lamps, the gritty texture of fresh compost running through my fingers, and the scent of growth emanating from our little indoor greenhouse.
Fall brings a feeling of sadness. All of our hard work, our vines of beans and our patches of greens, are getting ready to be stuffed into yard bags and sent away. The petals have long fallen from the sunflowers, leaving their bare heads above the garden, watching everything slow and wilt. All is not finished, though – seeds are being collected, final fruits are being harvested. Yet still, where spring turns me green, fall makes me blue.
Every year around this time, I have to force myself to look forward and to remember that winter is not a barren period of non-gardening, that it is an opportunity. A chance to start fresh, to go over our plans for next year, to streamline our efficiency. A chance to put together our spring planting schedule, prepare for seed swaps, and finalize our new layout. All is not lost, the garden is not dead. It is simply resting, decomposing, preparing for its new tenants.