Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
John Keats clearly defined the season in the first line of his 1820 poem To Autumn. We’ve had most of the mellow fruits, but now the mists have begun to descend. Definitely autumn.
Yet, as predicted, the raspberries are still producing even though the leaves on the canes are turning yellow and weather has definitely changed, presaging the winter months to come.
The Ozark Blue blueberry is near to the end of fruit production.
This year’s loganberry canes have been tied to trellises to wait for fruit production next year. One cane tip is anchored in a pot of compost, to promote the propagation of a new plant next spring – a process called tip layering. In another month, they, too will begin to lose their leaves.
The fig is denuded, after having dropped, shrivelled and malformed, all two figs it managed to produce. Who knows if it has adapted to its new pot. Will need to wait for next spring to see how it fares.
For some reason, the wistfulness of the season reminds me of poetry.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
(from Emily Brontë, Fall, Leaves, Fall)
Tasks to be done:
- Move pots of tender herbs indoors.
- Finish harvesting the raspberries and blueberries.
- Cut the raspberry canes down to knee height once they have finished producing.
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