Many people think of December as the end of the year. Things are different when you have a farm. The end of the year is the end of the harvest season when the food has been put away for the winter and garden soil is protected by mulch or cover crops.
|Turning leaves as seen from the front porch of our farmhouse.|
I don’t think I could live in a place without distinct seasons. I need the fall. Not the endless raking of leaves. Not the mold. Not the drizzle of the cold rain. I need the end-of-the-year kick in the pants. Hey, you!!! Time hurries on. Another year has come and gone.
|A look at our valley from the top of the mountain ridge.|
|Some of our first fallen oak leaves.|
Paul Simon -- Leaves That Are Green
Leaves That Are Green