I rise early (five-ish) and trot out to the garden wearing my favorite cotton caftan, straw hat and sandals, and carrying a mug of Earl Grey. It's already wickedly hot out there, and the waning moon dancing overhead is somewhat obscured by a high gossamer heat haze. Another scorcher is on the way, and the only sentient beings here who are happy about it are the mindfully foraging bees and the ripening vegetables in our garden: beans, peppers, tomatoes, carrots, chards and emerging gourds. The zucchini vines (as always) are on the march and threatening to take over the garden, if not the whole wide world.
Oh honey sweet and hazy summer abundance....... That luscious word made its first appearance in the fourteenth century, coming down the years to us through Middle English and Old French from the Latin abundāns, meaning overflowing. The adjective form is abundant, and synonyms for it include:ample, generous, lavish, plentiful; copious; plenteous; exuberant; overflowing; rich; teeming; profuse; prolific, replete, teeming, bountiful and liberal.
Abundant is the perfect word for these circumstances of fullness, ripeness and plenty, as we weed and reap and gather in, freezing things, chucking things into jars, "putting things by" and storing the bounty of summer for consumption somewhere way up the road. Like bees and squirrels, we scurry about, hoarding the contents of our gardens to nourish body and soul when temperatures fall and nights grow long. Our cups are truly overflowing, but for all the sweetness and abundance held out in offering, there is a subtle ache to these long aestival days with their heat hazes and ripening vegetables. As much as we long for cooler times, these summer days are all too fleeting...
July 13, 2012
Friday Ramble - Sweet Abundance
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6 comments:
Your world sounds beautiful.
A month ago much you described was here at the cottage in the woods.
Then the heat arrived for weeks and now the rain. A few blooms and vegetables remain but not like 5 or 6 weeks ago. Our worlds are ever changing...
What a beautiful photo! If this doesn't say summer...nothing does!!
Hi Cate
A lovely shot.
Guy
The freedom of rising as dawn is breaking and surveying nature’s bounty dressed in pajama’s or a caftan is a pleasure few can know. Sometimes we pull a stray weed or pick a blossom long before the world is up. Elation fills us as we are grateful to start another blessed day. Bees know much more about getting an early start.
It is a fine Friday you had your self.
Bees are on my mind these days.
aestival - a new word for me. i love it. rare, occurring in summer. from the french.
happy summer. i have come to love summer.
I never thought I could rise as early, but I've been waking up at 5:30 to breathe the pre-hot air. I love this close up of the bees.
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