It's a surreal and somewhat romantic/depressing feeling going out to the gardens right now. Surreal because it seems like yesterday the garden was green and luscious and now the vines are dying and brown leaving the fruit behind. It's romantic in the way Ms. Havisham's story is romantic and depressing because I have to put the garden to bed now.
The reward however is the bounty squash, beans carrots, parsnips and pumpkins to carry us through the first few months of winter.

