Full Moon and New Plants

Since the time has shifted to "standard time" we are now arriving home in the dark. Right now the nearly full moon is shining through the window. Yesterday was the official full moon and the daytime was brilliant. One of those clear, warm Fall afternoons that is followed by cool and then cold evenings. I have a stack of wood I cut and split that will need to be put under the porch before the rains return later in the week.

This weekend was a planting weekend. I planted some starts that I found at the Homegrown Nursery. It was all they had left: Mesclun salad, Parisian Market Carrots (doubtful they'll grow much) and a bunch of Walla Walla Sweet Onions. My thoughts are: if they grow great, if not... then at least I tried. The kale continues to grow, the brussels sprouts continue to be infested with aphids. I've learned that this is just an indication that they are stressed out for another reason- which is probably that they didn't get enough water earlier in the year. When I dug up the remaining potatoes it was amazing how dry the soil was even after all the rain we had.


The Blue Lake Pole Beans dangle from their vines in shades of green and brown. I've left a number of them to dry in the Fall air partly to see what the shapes and colors are as they go from small green pods to the long, deformed, and darkened colors. The leaves are already shriveled- lets see what happens after a month of winter to these beans. Maybe freeze-dried?





We spent a number of hours getting the bulbs in the ground this weekend. It was probably about a 100 foot long trench we dug and then placed the bulbs in the ground. It will be fun to see the daffys and other flower coming up along the road.


Tonight our tree order showed up. I've never ordered trees that were mailed to me, it was like opening a Christmas package from under the tree.

The Killdeer call in the morning light and the migrating geese are heard. I thought the song of the cranes came up last night too. The Stellar Jays have pretty well cleaned the giant sunflower head of all seeds.

A Fall poem by John Muir:
The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.