This is my third fall here in North China, and I am readjusting my expectations for What Is Fall.
In the States, it means scarecrows, haybales and pumpkins in front yards, autumn wreaths and horns of plenty.
It is largely ornamental in nature, as a byproduct of what is harvested.
I’ve posted about this before, so those who have been following the blog can guess:
Squash cut up to dry.
Now, instead of missing the Americana Fall Display, I am relishing the abundance of cabbage and it stirs that same feeling of fall, thanksgiving, coming winter and warmth deep within.
Who would have thought?