March comes…the days are shortening…the nights are cool and damp…but the list is still so long! There are still tomatoes to harvest,
and lettuce seeds to dry,
and more lettuce in the field
There are brassicas to irrigate and hoe
and green manure crops filled with sunflowers to admire and then mow
Cucumbers to clip up
and corn to husk.
But the days are shortening and the nights at times have a chill. And we feel everything stretching, with such tension as we wait for rain and continue our harvesting -
Food for our community, food for the larger community, seed crops and special wedding posies.
We try and meditate on patience for sweet Autumn knowing that when she comes the earth will move into her yearly time for renewal.
Autumn… will come…
Robin wrote an essay published in Issue 58 of DUMBO FEATHER - Healing the Land. Part poetry, part stream of consciousness, it takes you from the community deep in the soil, to the seed splitting, the flowers bursting, the sun parching, the rain falling, and the flow of water out into the oceans.
“Life begets life in this symphony of existence where the cycles of birth and death fuel the balance. The whole is a sum of all its pieces - with the sun parching even while it fuels.” (excerpt)
Hope you, like us, are busy preserving the harvest and enjoying summers stretch..