Summer harvests are at their peak right now, with the looming sense of change afoot. All spare time is spent with either harvest knife or wooden spoon in hand.
I am aware of the reality of grocery stores where food can be purchased pretty much any time. But next to being a parent, this process of saving food for darker days is a pull much too strong for me to ignore.
"Crickets are making the merriest din, all the fields waking with shrill violin.
Now all the swallows debate when to go, in the valleys and hollows the mists are like snow.
Summer recalling at the turn of the year, fruit will be falling, September is here."
(excerpt from a poem by Edward Reed)