October is probably the hardest stretch of the year for me both physically and emotionally. While spring is filled with a hustle that is difficult to keep up with and summer includes late nights, early mornings and strict deadlines, October is just plain exhausting. At this point I’ve lost my excitement for it all and excitement is what fuels me. Yes, the flowers are still blooming but at a much slower pace. Our once abundant availability list is narrowed down to only a handful of offerings. The wind and rain inevitably return and with them the garden slides into a bruised and battered state. As the month progresses, harvesting feels more and more like a scavenger hunt. We are all weary from the long season and secretly wish for the first hard frost.