Seth and I were unable to see each other on the actual Harvest Moon, but we started our own harvest on Monday afternoon. We hitched a ride with Martina to our class field trip at Rodoni Farm Pumpkin Patch in Santa Cruz County. This year Aydin and Seth were all about “the haul”. They set about piling as many pumpkins as possible into their wagon. Needless to say we purchased an entirely different set of pumpkins that were selected for their edible qualities. The boys found ornamental crook neck squash that looked like guns, and Seth was able to pay for those with a dollar from my wallet. I’m not sure how he purchased the ammo. I love the energy at the pumpkin patch, the sun is brilliant, the sky is clear and the pacific reflects the children’s joy a thousand times over.
On Tuesday Seth was eager to harvest at his own home. Seth and his cousins had taken care of “harvesting” most of the pumpkins and squash from our garden (see below). This fact did not deter Seth, he marched straight to the beans and got started with his harvest. At a certain point in the late summer beans just become too much to keep up with. Ours had definitely gone by, and Seth spent a good half hour picking the seeds from the pods and collecting them in a jar. He told me we were going to save them for planting next year, however I saw them getting hauled around in a Playskool marine mammal rescue truck after dinner so we’ll see. We were not the only creatures harvesting. Lots of little birds were busy eating seeds from the sunflowers. We had to take long breaks from harvesting to watch them chow down.
Our garden has graciously yielded so much his summer, we are truly thankful. In all it’s glory we managed to miss all sorts of little treasures. Tuesday was all about treasure hunting. We found a few more peppers, a passel of little eggplants and basil galore. I stayed up late on Tuesday night and made tons of pumpkin seed pesto to hold us till Christmas. Our week of Mommy Seth Harvesting ended on a perfect note. Daddy Jim picked Seth up on Wednesday and we all talked for a long time. Jim harvested all the straggling tomatoes which he carted off in a bike helmet for cooking. I said goodbye to my loved ones for a few days, and goodbye to this garden for the summer. It is time to layer compost these beds, and let them dream the winter away till we meet again in the spring.