“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.”
29.5 Degrees. Today marks the first freeze. The change of the season. And hidden in the smoky air the crispness of fall looms.
I was able to pick all the ripe tomatoes and harvest another crop of basil before the freeze took hold last night. Although I fear I am going to lose at least 100lbs of tomatoes and a great amount of basil I feel as if I have gotten out what I have put into the farm this season.