We celebrate death in October

The Harvest Moon rose full and round and orange and we all stopped in our tracks and sent up a collective howl. Voices. Breath blowing warm into a cool night. The first frost comes cracking and sparkling across the wooden porch boards in the early morning light. I prepare to plant garlic, waiting for a … Continue reading We celebrate death in October

A Monday in September

Mondays start with strawberries. Wednesdays start with lettuce and we push the wheelbarrows down through the cool morning air, along the grass path to the lettuce beds to cut and stack the heads- red and green, romaine and butterball. We stack them in layers until we have between 20 and 30 heads mounded into the … Continue reading A Monday in September