Soon it will be time to put my gardens to bed for the winter. Fall is always a little sad for me. I must let go of the abundant and lush growing time of summer. The light diminishes. The warmth of the sun gives way to cool gray. There is something satisfying, though, about having the crops harvested and processed. The tomato vines are on the compost pile but the green tomatoes will ripen slowly on the bench for us to enjoy well into January. Canning, drying, freezing and fermenting are done. Now all that remains is to plant the bulbs and with them, lie in hope of spring. In quiet reflection I will let the rotting compost of my time of enrichment become nourishment for the next season of growing.