Fennel seeds ripen in summers final throes. Shadows play upon the leaves that hide the green and silently ripening clusters. The vines shoots, long after a summer of growth are draped over the rows. The wind braids them with drying flowers. Signs of new growth can be seen at the feet of golden grasses. It’s almost if as they can feel autumn calling. We seed next years flowers into this hope. Even after summer’s torrid heat we are still many weeks away from the tasting the first ripe clusters. The conditions in October will make the harvest this year