the grass is sodden with August dew. coming in from letting out the hens, the tang of dairy cows mixes with the sweet ferment of fallen crab apples next to the turkey trailer. the mist muffles sound and in the silence i'm struck by the deep blessing of living here.
this hasn't been the best summer for beach-goers -- too much rain, too many variances in temperature, often to the lower end of the mercury. fortunately, my days of beach-going (at least for the purposes of baking in the sun) are long over and i consider this to have been one of the best summers in recent memory. the lush abundance of the garden reflects my probably-not-very-popular opinion.
something i've discovered though, or perhaps confirmed would be a better word, is that i'm just not one for vegetable gardening on a large scale. which results in yet another screaming F on my homesteader's report card*.
it could be that i haven't yet mastered the intricacies, or enthusiasm, for preserving food. or perhaps it's that i'm really the only one in the family who truly gets excited about growing our own fresh vegetables.
there was a great deal of excitement, however, about our first strawberry harvest (girl-child) -- and i predict the cherry tomatoes will be gleefully received (star-boy), as well any zucchini that (may or may not - it's always a bit of a gamble) present themselves (B)
we each have our favourites and are happy to eat them when they're here, and just as happy to not eat them when they're not. it's seasonal eating at it's most literal.
flowers, fruit, herbs.
that, i think, is where my garden is going.
with little plots set aside for our favourites, it's homesteading done our own way. more simply, more quietly and the perfect fit for time, inclination and energy.
* i've suspected for quite some time that i have/will flunk out of homesteading school. which is good to know. :)
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