Yesterday I was picking cherry tomatoes, the ultimate act of summer, from a seemingly endless plant, and contemplating their destiny – sauce, salsa, salad, all three? However, the light in the afternoon was flickering fall so I should have known that a cool rain was coming. I try to not pay attention to weather forecasts because it’s important to have some unknowns and surprises in these days of information overload. It forces me to pay attention to light, the quality of the air, and the shades of white to grey in the clouds.
Today the rains have arrived, and there is the fall chill in the air. Soup is simmering on the stove to save the day and warm the house. I call this soup Holy Trinity Soup, not for any religious reasons, but because of the love affair between butternut squash, kale and white beans. [view more]
Wrestling season will never come.
The October leaves have lost their color.
The tickle well is full.
The smell of camp fire becomes a retching stench.
Joy dies in the Autumn damp.[read more]