The dust of the harvest season seems to exaggerate the sunset colors, while snow begins to accumulate and lakes are one day open, and the next day covered by ice. Autumn exits with a burst of color and the wings of the tundra swans signal a new season just ahead.
As the shallow ponds freeze over in the cold nights, hardy waterfowl find unfrozen patches to remain here a bit longer. Our loud trumpeter swans still glide past and the flocks of geese continue to feed on harvested fields.
Soon the tundra swans will pass over in great migrating vees. That is the real swansong that brings in winter.
In the greenhouse business we watch for the signs outside that tell us what to do next. We have now tucked all of our plants into cold frames, covered for the winter, and greenhouses are now cleaned and emptied. Many seed trays are in cold storage as we ready for another season.
Gene R. Stark
A teacher, farmer, trapper, and greenhouse grower. He writes about the outdoors and the people and culture of rural America..