Garden's End

Mayor, Sis and I spent, what will probably be, our last evening in the garden recently.

We dug sweet potatoes.

Not just any sweet potatoes, mind you.

 

 

Here, our sizeable beauties wait to lifted from the soil.

 

 

My very favorite gardening partners unearthing the orange treasures.

 

 

The remnants of the garden remain regal.

 

 

The spent sunflowers have fed the birds much like the vegetables have fed us.

 



The golden October Dusk is almost upon us. 

Time to move on.

 

 

So, the sweet potato harvest has moved to the comfort of my back porch where it will cure.

 

 

And, Mayor, in the coordinating orange shirt

shows off this monster sweet potato weighing in at 10 pounds. 

 

A good time was had by all.

Farm 2012

It's that time of year again. 

Time to harvest the crops from the fields in the river bottoms.

Long, dusty, busy days on the farm.

Better Half, with Iphone in hand, is capturing images of his work day to share with us.

 

 

 

Trying not to think about this photo, as lovely as it is,

 taken from the very top of the grain bins.

(meaning Better Half has climbed to the top of the highest bin to take it)

Check out the early morning fog in the distance

at the confluence of the Scioto and Ohio Rivers.

 

 

Steam rising from the drying corn.

 

 

Soy beans being unloaded and readied for storage.

 

The farm, in its early morning October majesty.
Thanks Better Half.
Be careful climbing down from the bin.
We look forward to more great photos.

 

Pumpkin Saturday

Orion, The One, Baby Granddaughter and I took a road trip today.

We visited Renick's Family Farm Pumpkins. 

Hardy souls made their way to the "all you can carry for one price" field.

Children played on hay bales and posed for photos.

The tantalizing smell of grilled sausages filled the air.

 

Small children scampered among the rows of perfect jack-o-lantern pumpkins.

 

Colorful squash were piled high, huddling for warmth, in the brisk morning sunshine



 

One lone orange pumpkin sat lost in a sea of yellow and grey.

The sign is self-explanatory.

The rich colors and gorgeous shapes beg to be photographed.
But, my favorite pumpkin of the day . . .

 

 Thanks, Orion, The One and Baby Granddaughter
for a perfect October Saturday.



 

 



The Farm 3

The family was scattered to the winds Sunday,
so I retreated to the farm to walk, enjoy the fine weather, and take some photos.

The ripening splendor of the fields,
 with hints of autumn's color in the hills beyond,
welcomes me.

The beans stand full and slender.

 

The corn patiently waits for the harvest.  

 

Almost to the road where the fields meet the river.

And, so my walk begins. . .

 

Bright yellow paw-paw leaves litter the way. . .

 

 

From the deep shade of the trees that line the river walk . . .

 

 

Tired worn butteflies barely moving as I walk by . . . 

 

 Scattered leaves meandering down the river . . .

The gentle ripple of the caramel fields . . .
 

 

 

The tattered grace of the old barn . . . 

 

The images of fall.