Last evening at the greenhouse was lovely. Mild, a bit of a breeze. Dean mowed as I weeded, watered, harvested a bunch of basil, and then trimmed the tomato plants. All the growing energy needs to go to the fruit, not all the leaves. We may only have another 6 weeks of producing fruit before frost sets in. As the sun sets, the owls hooted into the dusk sky and the late summer bugs hummed in unison. And then the quiet. I listen to the quiet, and the earth’s heart beat… Leaving Boone Hollow Farm we were greeted with a yellow-orange moon. The huge trees along the county roads seemed to glow yellow. Was it from the moon, or is this the first signs of autumn? As we drove from the countryside in Defiance to our St. Charles home the moon seemed to get closer. It is officially a full moon today, and it is called a “grain moon”. Also known as the “green corn moon”, “barley moon”,
and according to the Farmer’s Almanac the August full moon is known as red moon based on its color illuminating in the hazy sky or sturgeon moon named after the large number of fish caught during this month in the Great Lakes region. Here is a list of names for the moon from this internet source: https://earthsky.org/astronomy-essentials/full-moon-names:
North American full moon names by month:
January: Old Moon, Moon After Yule
February: Snow Moon, Hunger Moon, Wolf Moon
March: Sap Moon, Crow Moon, Lenten Moon
April: Grass Moon, Egg Moon, Pink Moon
May: Flower Moon, Planting Moon, Milk Moon
June: Rose Moon, Flower Moon, Strawberry Moon
July: Thunder Moon, Hay Moon
August: Green Corn Moon, Grain Moon
September: Fruit Moon, Harvest Moon
October: Harvest Moon, Hunter’s Moon
November: Hunter’s Moon, Frosty Moon, Beaver Moon
December: Cold Moon, Moon Before Yule, Long Night Moon
Autumn has been lovely. Another late harvest brought in the last of the volunteer arugula and tomatoes early in November. I was able to capture the sun from the growing season in jars of green tomato marmalade. Writing took a back door while gathering and prepping the fruits of our labor. The words continued to be gathered in my heart and eventually journaled. Now winter whispers this crispy morn. I am ready for more steeping hot teas and whipped cream lathered over hot cocoa while writing and reading.
A sprout, green shoots of hope appeared in the garden bed today. My chives have surfaced from its winter hibernation. It had been 10 weeks when we left the Deanna Greens greenhouse in Defiance, just before Thanksgiving. By lantern light we harvested all the herbs and greens we had left that evening. There had not been need to get to the farm since snow has been close to null, no need to check on the 3-season structure. Dean, Midnight, and I observed signs of where an animal had laid on the other side of the bed. Our labrador sniffed the area thoroughly “who has been sleeping in my bed?!”
This mild sunny afternoon in early February called my name to the countryside. Perusing our 3-season structure, and then for a long walk around Boone Hollow Farm with Dean and Midnight. Midnight lead the way up the hill, passed the farm neighbor’s sprouting garlic field we help plant in November. Then a stroll along the cedar ridge, down another neighbor’s gravel driveway, back near our greenhouse, then over to the barn, and circling the brush piles before our return to the greenhouse. Our landlord must have set the one brush pile on fire as there were a few lasting embers and a small trail of smoke surrounded by ashes. Present moment, mindful observations of nature. The walk and fresh air revived my soul after this weary week.
Hope is like those February sprouts of chives and garlic. Perennial faith believes a flourishing crop and bountiful harvest in the not too far future. Lasting embers will once again ablaze a fire to light up the darkness and give warm comfort. The ashes of cancer lie on the ground while my daughter lights the world with her strength, faith, and love.
The holiday weekend marked the baptism of our youngest grandchild, Elise. Beautiful evening ceremony. Lovely child. God with us. Labor Day seems to signify the end of summer. Colorful fields with changing hues of amber and purple for the harvest season. A whole summer of prolific arugula is about to end although my growing season continues with my herbs. I sowed more leaf lettuce and basil a month ago in hopes to yield a fall crop. See how mother nature takes her course. Next year I will introduce a new herb to my quilt of culinary herb patches. Lavender. So I will learn how to prepare the soil for my first crop of organic lavender. Lavender lemonade is my favorite summertime beverage, and a lavender tisane is a soothing, calming herbal tea enjoyed before nap time or bed time. This time next year I hope to harvest my own fresh grown lavender at the Deanna Greens And Garden Art plot seated in Boone’s Hollow Farm. Not sure if little Elise will be quite ready for a tea party then, but maybe soon in the many days that follow …
The crisp air is welcomed, as autumn surely is around the corner. The weekend has been most lovely. The aroma inside the kitchen was roasted squash and sweet potatoes and a classic red sauce lasgana. The outdoor fragrance was that of harvest as an amber glow aluminate the fields. On Saturday afternoon we peeled away from our kitchen and garage projects to have time with two of our daughters and their families. We attended a Tai Kwan Do birthday party for one of the grandsons and had a late afternoon picnic dinner in the neighborhood park. The five grandkids ran and yelled to their hearts’ content. A breath of fresh air and laughter was shared with everyone.
Dean and I returned Saturday evening to our garage project. We are making more shelving and organizing our boxed storage items. With no basement, our garage is our storage unit. Unwanted items have been or will be donated or discarded. Next, a corner closet is to be framed in for the off-season clothes and bulky kitchen appliances. As each autumn for the past three years, we will house our tropicals, succulents, and geraniums in the semi-heated garage during Missouri’s coldest five months of the year. These beautiful green plants will be moved indoors under plant lights in about 5 weeks. We are making room as the move will take the better part of a Saturday.
Our asparagus ferns have greened very nicely and have grown larger over the fairly mild summer. These ferns grow like bushes in warmer climates like Texas and California. They are very sensitive to cold breezes, so another project before the cold sets in. Next weekend I will transplant the two largest hanging pots of asparagus fern into a large ceramic pot before bringing it into the warmth of home. The remaining four hanging pots and smaller seedlings will continue to grow under the plant lights over winter. The little berries are easily sprouted in moist soil for more seedlings. We have plenty, and always willing to share our surplus. Deanna Greens And Garden Art continues to evolve..
“Vines withered, harvest gourds
gather together autumn porch
vintage bench, red leaves.”
Anna Marie Gall
November 6, 2013
“Aglow crimson red
gold orange green-laced cooper
willow weeps winter.”
Anna Marie Gall
November 6, 2013
It is a lemonade summer evening, maybe the hard lemonade kind tonight. Trying to make lemonade out of lemons! We had 2 vehicles break down this past week, one fixed and another one to go. Then we had a fender-bender with our white beast of a van this morning parking near my work in Clayton. Did not damage the beast, but the nervous lady’s Mercedes luxury sedan has some damage near the bumper. I think Dean will be ready for that spiked lemonade. Maybe watch a summer rain storm come in tonight. What is your favorite lemonade? I found a recipe for Lavender Lemonade, and adapted it to suit my tastes. I cannot wait to try with the crop of lavender in harvest season right now. This herb is beautiful, fragrant, and so versatile. Where is the bottle of vodka in this picture???