19 July, 2010
Huge round bales of hay are everywhere one looks in July, fields of waving wheat and barley and oats. The first gold and cream corn of the season is showing up at roadside stalls and farm gate shops along with cucumbers, beets, purple onions as big as baseballs, tiny new red potatoes and rainbow hued salad makings. Dinner is often a bowl of freshly picked salad or a lightly wokked melange of veggies in every conceivable color, lightly tossed in olive oil and lemon juice or a serendipity invented-on-the-spot dressing with a little curry tossed in to kick things up a notch.
How can we not think of harvest and plenty at the height of summer? How can we not think of the reciprocity of the Old Wild Mother and her generous treatment of us? We in our turn treat this beautiful earth with such utter contempt and thoughtlessness.
resting easy in earth