It's cold out, now. In the morning, in the dark, I scrape the frost off my windshield. The dark-eyed juncos have arrived. The oak leaves have half fallen. Today I got the first 2022 seed catalogues in the mail. I meant to read them in the bath but got them too wet to turn the pages.
All that to say it's nearly winter. But the peach leaves still are beautiful. No one tells you when you buy a peach tree how bright they are in fall and how in summer, when you break the leaves, they smell like almonds.
Another thing no one tells you: potatoes can be planted in autumn. Or so I hear- this will be my first year trying. I was disappointed with the yields from my little la ratte potatoes, but then M told me she loved them, that she could eat the little potatoes by the bowlful all day. So I planted a long row in her corner of the garden. All the very best.