August 23, 2009
Changes
"Whenever you fall, pick something up"...oswald avery
I had to post this photo of my late summer harvest. This is what my garden is scantly producing. The pears are kieffer cooking pears and aren’t so beautiful in this late season – the bloom of youth is gone, but they are great tasting. I am itching like mad from cutting the okra but look forward to serving it. I have included a few snapshots of late August, careful not to wide angle anything because my yard/garden needs so much attention and I do not have the time to give it. I feel a lot of anxiety with this. I notice that as each season ends and another begins, I do feel anxious. I suppose it is because I love those tiny moments in time when Mother Nature changes her course and heals the earth and restores our energy and I want to savor them with such intensity, that I get myself in an anxious state. Anyway, it was 70 degrees this morning in the Deep South and I was there! I saw the delicate leaves from the crepe myrtles slowly drift downward in submission and I noticed the changing colors on the fruit trees. I witnessed armies of fat bumble bees in my citrus trees and in late blooming flowers. There was an unusually big collection of monarchs scattered across the yard and a gentle wind moving the whole eco system around. It was awesome, enchanting really. I know the day will heat up soon, but those few early morning moments were something I will look forward to again. I will be there.
squash, basil, bay leaf, americana egg (it is blue!), pear, okra
meyer lemons
satsuma (and a pink crepe mrytle blossum)
a couple of the girls
"When we look with our hearts, and not with our eyes, we can see beauty in all things."
jane bluestein
till next time,
p.s.
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