Miso Kabocha Soup from The Plum Palate
In my yard the other day I was reminded, as I looked at lichen and wet leaves through the lens, how much I like grays and browns and bright yellows. But walking into my front yard forces an admission: we don’t keep up with the amount of work it requires. Leaves are still on the lawn and the sidewalks around our house. The vegetable beds are uncovered with giant bamboo stalks from a neighbor lying across them. A pile of faded marigolds is still on the ground, waiting to be tossed in the compost bin. The hosta leaves are turning translucent, wrung out from a season of growing and the mess of heavy, damp leaves around them.