The vibrant foliage of autumn speaks volumes about the austere and often transient nature of beauty. For half a year, the flower beds of our neighbor provided a most pleasant atmosphere when working in the garden. Behind the pretty tulips and perennials stood groves of trees: oaks, pines, and a smattering of willows. Throughout those warm months, the trees served as a stage of the flowers, an unassuming curtain of green. Now though, the brides-maid has outshone the bride herself in splendor. What is truly amazing however, is that while the flower's greatest beauty occurs during the xenith of it's youth, the leaf's moment of majesty comes just ere the darkness falls.
As the days become shorter and colder, my garden has become dominated by turnips. The cabbages simply couldn't withstand the onslaught of the rabbits, who cleverly chewed through my snares. The green tomatos in my cellar continues to ripen, I collected another half a dozen rosy ones today.
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