Despite the still very warm weather, I can see all the plants beginning to whither and yellow from the decreasing amount of sunlight. The earth is closing up shop and getting ready for its winter's rest.
Today we ate the watermelon that grew in front of our porch where my daughter had planted some seeds from a watermelon we had eaten much earlier in the summer. That vine had produced two watermelons, but the first one I picked too soon. I've never grown melons so I wasn't sure when to harvest. But this one today was the best watermelon we've ever tasted. Home grown really is the best!
As I stood at the sunny porch rail and ate that beautiful red, delicious, juicy melon I decided that was my own little harvest celebration, that last burst of summer. And I let the seeds fall back to the ground from where they'd come. I don't know if the seeds survive winter, but maybe a new vine will grow there next year.
In the picture above, my dad is the boy on the far right and his mother is the woman to the far left. I'm pretty sure that the older man toward the back is my great grandfather. Clicking the picture will take you to a bigger view.