This week has been crazy busy, because of the first frost, and all that does to harvest. Tomatoes have to be dealt with, green or not. Apples and other fruit sweeten up from the frost. I went to the Farmer's Market Saturday, for the sheer joy of the colors. Here's one pic, and I'll fill out the diary once it goes up.
My old camera was dying a slow death. After 7 years, it didn't owe me anything. I went to the Farmer's Market to look at colors, and work on getting a feel for the new one. What a time!
Everyone's got harvest coming in now. So people are giving stuff away. Pumpkin, apples, corn. On and on. I gave some peaches away today. I've only been planting trees for a few years, and a lot of them made fruit for the first time this year. The peaches? The graft died, and then a purple leafed thing grew up from the rootstock. White fruit and quite tasty, as it happens. I gave some away, and will purée a bunch and stick it in the freezer for winter smoothies. But I hope to get one taste cobbler or crisp into the oven this week, too.
Just colors. A riot of colors. It's riotous and altered state.
Taos is it's own world, too. So we find these vendors at the Farmer's Market. Buying locally, supporting the regional economy, lower carbon footprint, incredible fresh quality produce. Farmer's Markets rock!!!:
We're nowhere near Roswell, but don't let that get in the way! Taos does support an ongoing "self-help" group (or did back in the 90s anyhow) for people who believe they were personally abducted by space aliens.
I went to the grocery store after the farmer's market, to pick up a few other items. Ran into a friend who can't drive anymore. Took him for a couple of errands, then home. This from the window sill over his sink.
This from the parking lot by the market:
Another cool thing about Taos is the view to the west - the 100-mile-view of the sunset. Across the Rio Grande rift and off to the San Juan mountains in the distance. This bench is at the beginning of a little 1/4 miles walking/park trail by the back way out of the farmer's market by the library.
I love this time of year. Perfect weather, a riot of tasty fresh harvest. What's not to love?
Thanks, as always, to Carnacki, who founded the "Got a Happy Story?" series.