Dear plotholders and company,
It is my pleasure to be addressing you. I enjoy your spirit immensely, letting your spunk enter the earth’s skin. Getting down and dirty with some newly-defined kin.
Where do I begin? This summer was magic, heat stroke, no rain, cherishing inches, spellular. Multicellular. Learning about organization and optimism. Growing community through conversations, physical labor, and love. For plants, each other, the earth’s systems, our good ol’ Susquehanna, local heritage, urban renewal.
For to survive is to push, fight, shove. To thrive is to allow light to reach our souls and the grit of our bones and to cook a meal for a friend. To trade off on responsibilities (for they never end). To persevere against the trend. Tying the fray up in a way that the ropes don’t break, they bend. Unless this is the end, in which case we tear at the threads to ensure our daily bread (or at least the ingredients we need to bake).
I like the location of the garden; it seems appropriate. Next to the river, our source, and the Street of Shops, chock full of antique hand-tools and cast iron pans. City water that smells like rotten eggs and burgundy sunflowers for bird-watching. Hours go by.
The seasons change and the crops cycle. Some are now encased in glass and brine, others are just pushing out new leaves, true leaves, buttercrunch or atomic spinach. Brussels sprout time to shine is almost upon us. The frost will indicate a shift, a change in type of work, a change in diet and lifestyle. Our schedules will begin to reflect our capabilities, the environment will respond to our place in the universe, and we will feel the ice come. Potentially less than years prior, due to the warming period that we are encountering. We grew sweet potatoes this year; that is an indicator!! Up here in VT, sweet potatoes were grown as well…
Now is time for the communal harvest (although we’ve been goin’ all summer long). Nice weather to share in the bounty and appreciate the surplus and to pass it along to those who will benefit from its nourishment. Liston to Billy Kelly sing children songs and watch the kids dance. Eat food and swap recipes.
That is all.
Hope all is well.
Being treated fair and swell.
Givin’ ‘em hell.