The snows have come and except for the lingering kale, the gardens are at rest. We had a good season. We packed a freezer with produce to use through the winter. We canned 70+ quarts of tomatoes and numerous fermented items. Most exciting to me, I finally feel like I know what I’m doing. Much of my desire for the novel and risky has been satiated so that I look forward to producing an abundance of the food that will fit well with my family. The end of one growing season begins the planning for the next. I am full of plans.
Like a tide it comes in,
wave after wave of foliage and fruit,
the nurtured and the wild,
out of the light to this shore.
In its extravagance we shape
the strenuous outline of enough.