Yesterday, I finished the last of the cucumbers from our garden. Or most of it. The end bit was starting to soften. I like cucumbers. Especially the long, skinny kind that cost a dollar or so at the supermarket. Thats why we grow thembecause theyre good and because Im too cheap to buy them.
The cucumber was the last. We had saved it in the fridge for weeks. The last of the tomatoes was appreciated a few weeks ago.
Now we enter a new season. We start figuring out whether to spring for supermarket cukes, or rely on the less preferred celery sticks. Will our kale and broccoli yield anything to eat? How soon? How much of that box of Fuji apples we got from some friends with an orchard will last for fresh eating? How much should we sauce?
The autumn sports seasons have finished. Two local football teams just lost their last games yesterday. The scholastic soccer teams played out the season not so many days ago. The election is over, with mixed results around here. Students have settled into routines of behavior and misbehavior at school. They are learning. Last week I started to observe systematically to see how much. Rains have set in, most days. Nights can get cold. Weve even had our first snowfall on the valley floorearly this year. Outdoor exercise is harder to find in comfort.
So whats next? Is this all there is? All there will be? Where do we find glory, or even sufficiency? Will the days ever stop getting shorter? Continue reading