30° this morning.

Fog in the river valley.

The houseplants all came in last night, after getting a trim.

Along with the very last tomatoes…

…eggplants…

…green beans…

…peppers, potatoes, jalapeños…

…and leeks.

Michael planted garlic today.

The pumpkin vines died.

As did the eggplants and peppers. The leeks survived splendidly.

Butter and eggs are the last wildflowers to hang on.

Morning light becomes long.

Birds flock.

Corn cobs tip downward, where they can stay dry all winter if need be.

Harvest moon, and the farmers really do use this extra light.

We have so much to celebrate.

We raise a glass of elderberry wine to the end of summer. (And yes, it is divine!)