Finally it feels like October. Last night we lit the woodburner for the first time this autumn, and today was sunny and crisp. Tonight they forecast frost, and so we rushed about doing our usual prefrost panic harvesting.
As per usual, we have not got around to harvesting the woad, and frost is supposed to damage it, or affect the colour at least. I don’t know if it does or not, but I do know that ever since we first grew it, we have always ended up harvesting in a rush, usually by torchlight as a frost comes down.
Today we were organised (thanks to recording that nice Mr Brain the weatherman) and prewarned we have woad harvested before nightfall. And, moved one of the mints into the greenhouse, actually closed the greenhouse (though the tomatoes seem to prefer the door open, I have insisted), picked the last few runner beans, and a big lot of mint, which I have chopped and smothered in syrup to store through the winter.
We probably should have actually got on with the woad dyeing, but being a lovely crisp day, there were veg patches wanting digging, and a duck to help into the freezer, and anyway, it has become a tradition… the woad is now in a bucket in the kitchen waiting it’s turn.