As the season officially changes on Sept. 22, at about 12:21 p.m. Pacific time, we say goodbye to the heat and drought of the summer from hell, and welcome the wind and rain of the shorter autumn days.
My garden was a disaster this year with a long cold spring that didn’t encourage seeds to germinate, and a dry, way-too-hot summer that threatened to toast any plants that dared to pop up. Watering barely kept things alive and below a half-inch barrier on the surface, the ground was often powder dry.
The fruit trees had a poor crop this year but a few plums (not as many as in other years) and a few (VERY few) apples managed to grow. My favourite apple tree, the Wilmuta (a cross between Jonagold and Gravenstein) wasn’t exactly loaded either but the few apples it did have were very nice. You can see the Wilmutas below.
The last of the plums. They’re so sweet and tasty, but there were not enough of them.
The walnuts look like they’re drying right on the tree instead of falling off still in their green husks. They don’t look that great this year, but I discovered today that Lincoln has found the backyard walnut tree too (after cleaning off the two hazelnut trees in the front yard).
I don’t think Lincoln will starve this year, as the nuts did all right by squirrel standards.
Digging holes to hide the nuts,
This is what I do,
Later they will fill my guts,
Very tasty too.
Working hard this time of year,
Just as I’ve been taught,
Later I can give a cheer,
For the food I’ve got.
Days are shorter, now it’s fall,
Must pick up the pace,
Hiding nuts, I have them all,
See my smiling face.
Come the winter, nights are chilled,
Cozy I will be,
Lying back with stomach filled,
Happiness for me.