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The dahlias still have some color on them but it is time. We harvest the tubers before a hard freeze. |
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The tubers |
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The last tomatoes picked in November. What's left is the quiet. It settles over everything. This is my favorite month. |
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The dahlias still have some color on them but it is time. We harvest the tubers before a hard freeze. |
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The tubers |
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The last tomatoes picked in November. What's left is the quiet. It settles over everything. This is my favorite month. |
The first bloom is the one you sacrifice, and this year the sacrifice piled up faster than we could sweep it - so we started making things instead.
The moon is still up when we start. By seven the buckets are full. We've never grown so many lisianthus as this year, mostly white but some pink.
Supper this time of year is barely cooking. Boil the potatoes. Char the scallions under the broiler until the edges blister. Slice the tomatoes thick and salt them. Good oil over all of it.
July grows the meal. We just carry it in.
Recipe below.
If the grill is already going, the scallions are even better over a hot fire — same timing, turn once. Day-old leftovers, chopped rough with a spoonful of mayonnaise, make a good potato salad.