Our garden has been about 3 weeks late this year, due to a coolish, wonderful gentle Spring. I wondered if the raspberries would ever produce. We were getting teeny little pickings, then all of a sudden the warmth of fall enveloped the the raspberry plants and they started to pop nice big, fat red berries out, a gallon bucket at a time -- plenty for cereal in the mornings and making jam for winter time.
Then the apple and pear trees generously produced several bushels of fruit a piece. About 30 years ago, Mom sent me money for Mother's Day, and when I bought a fruit tree, she said, "Would you like some more trees?" The trees that lived are a Jonathan apple, a yellow delicious apple and a Bartlett pear, and they have been gorgeous this year. I wish I had taken pictures!
The garden is gone now. We had 19 and 20-degree nights, a couple in a row, about a week ago. There are a few things left, but the more tender plants didn't survive even covered with a tarp. We are still looking for people to adopt the apples we can't use ourselves. I can heave a sigh of relief because I know the end is now in sight! I love the fall work, preserving the harvest. I love to be outside. That fall warmth makes me feel like an old cat, wanting to find a sunny spot where I can soak up the sun before wintertime comes.