Fall

It's fall here, and we're currently having our third or fourth rain day. Fall in Santa Cruz means golden 75 degree days interspersed with 60 degree rain days and cool nights, of which we're supposed to have several this week. This is a Good Thing, as it means that we'll get some water up there in Loch Lomond reservoir, which is our only local water supply and was pretty dry this summer. The grass is greening up and things are sprouting, and I've planted my onions, garlic, mustard greens, leeks, lettuces, and kohlrabi, all from seed. Leeks and onions don't do well from seed, I've discovered, but I'm going to let them go a little longer and see what happens.

I'll post some pictures soon. The garden is a mess in its current state, but I'm working through slowly and cleaning it up. It was a beautiful summer but I was not in picture taking mode. I was a bit of a mess over the summer myself -- tired and in a sort of state of transition in many ways. Excepting certain things, letting go of others.

Fall is a contemplative time for me. Tonight we're baking bread and making chicken soup, and planning to watch a movie later. I've been kvetching about the passing of summer for weeks, but as the seasonal change is taking place I've realized that I'm actually looking forward to the quieter, wetter months.