The fall garden is just around the corner. Planting the fall garden is just around the corner. For the next few days, we have the remnants of summer. The carrots continue to progress slowly. The parsley plant is small, but hanging on to life. I'm enjoying this quiet, and the absence of pressure to get out there and work. If I don't get the seeds into the ground by the end of August, I won't have a season for the next few months. I will have to make due with tending the remaining spinach plant, keeping the beets thriving and thinning the garlic chives.
There won't be a grape harvest this year. None of the bunches survived, and I'm not sure why. The south plant grew voraciously, but didn't produce. The glorious abundance of the north vine assures me that the fault in harvesting is all mine. Had I known better how to manage it, I would have had more lessons to learn this year. I'll be more prepared next year to harvest. I was too focused on getting ahead with planting new vines, rather than managing the two I have. For now, I'm going to allow them their autumn. After the leaves drop off, I'll prune them heavily. I didn't last year for fear of killing them before they were established enough. Now, I know they are ready. I'll spend some time over their dormant months reading about what comes next for my vineyard. The hesitancy is passed. The feeling that it's so fragile and easily destroyed is behind us.
So it is with our boys. I'm posting more about them on another blog these days. As far as the vineyard is concerned, our boys growth parallels nicely. We have a delightful - and concurrent metaphor - in both the boys and the vines.