Instead of the usual warm, glow of Indian Summer, we have gray skies and rain. Which is actually pretty typical for this region, just not at this particular time of year. (I just put up last year's autumn banner to remind myself what "autumn splendor" is supposed to look like.)
But despite the weird weather, it's still "harvest time" here in my kitchen. I've been drying bundles of herbs, filling spice jars, and making more pickles. And keeping my fingers crossed that the remaining tomatoes still hanging on the vine will soon ripen. At the moment, those green globes are in suspended animation and may never turn red. We even built a make-shift greenhouse for them this year to see if it made any difference. Grace planted lots of different varieties as an experiment to find out what works for our own little micro-climate; soil, water, exposure.
We did see an improvement. But it hasn't been a stellar year for tomatoes in general. The reason being, the sun was clouded or it cooled down too much at night. The pickling cucumbers, however, grew to astounding proportions in no time at all and with little effort. In contrast to the broccoli, which suddenly bloomed (while we were away for a few days), then quickly went to seed. A few steps away the pole beans are still producing faster than we can cook them.
It's always hit or miss with a home garden it seems. We keep trying, and we keep learning in the process though. Perhaps its time to consult the gool ol' Farmer's Almanac.