I'm picking tomatoes this week. They are waaaay late, but while the rest of the country is either having heat waves or hurricanes, California's weather has been remarkably dull. 70's, 80's with a rare 90 day. Maybe this month will bring more heat, which is exactly what those night shade plants love.
So far this all I have for my winter soups and stews and sauces. Beans have been the best this year along with the squash, cucumbers and onions.
All of this planting, harvesting and preserving has brought on the need to connect my love of the written word with my love of good fresh food. I found this Haiku and thought, "Yes. That is what is in my heart when I plant, then harvest my crops, then store them away for that winter time, when days are short and cold."
the packet of seeds
asking, are you still alive?
When he wrote this poem, he explained that he was saving seeds, with thoughts of planting them in a future time. He writes, "My logical mind says 'foolish' but something deep within makes me do it . . . It is . . . symbolic of the human yearning to keep a connection to Nature, to reaffirm the fragile sacredness of life: to simply plant a seed and watch it grow into green--renewal and trust in Nature . . . It's also symbolic of trust in the future, that the seeds of life remain, for Nature is wiser and will outlast us."
I suppose I could extrapolate from that and say that taking the "seed" of a story, investing the time and effort to grow it into a piece of work is another way I have of showing my trust in the future.