The Garden Knows It's Fall

Since the beginning of September, The Woodsman and I have been having a fierce Facebook debate about the proper term for our current season.  I believe once September hits, and especially once Labor Day occurs, we are firmly in the season of Fall.  The Woodsman holds to his belief that Fall does not begin until we hit the Fall Equinox - which will happen at 4:21 AM this Wednesday.

I keep posting recipes that include Pumpkin (Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Pancakes, Pumpkin Pie Overnight Oats, Pumpkin Chia Pancakes  and giving him evidence that I am correct.

Exhibit A:  We're back in school.

 Exhibit B:  It's cold in the house.  The blankets are back out of the closet, the quilts are back on the bed, and we've (mostly) let the cats back in the house.  Last night I even asked him to build a fire.  Of course, he looked at me like he'd just seen a horror movie.  September was definitely too early for the first fire in his book.

Exhibit C:  The Garden Knows It's Fall - I picked three bushels of winter squash and gourds on Sunday, and harvested the Bloody Butcher (dent corn).  All of the summer crops are pretty much finished.  The kids are delighted because the summer squash is dead, and I am sad that the tomatoes are almost a thing of the past.  What's growing well in the garden now?  Kale, Carrots, and Sweet Potatoes.  Those don't sound like summer to me.

When he saw the fall display I put on the porch, as we enjoyed Sunday afternoon's pleasant cool weather, he said, "You know, it's starting to feel like fall around here."  In another day we'll be in agreement.  Until December 1st of course, when I'll say it's winter and he'll still think it's fall.