Friday, July 03, 2020

Friday Ramble - Abundance

I awaken early and trot out to the garden wearing a cotton caftan, straw hat and sandals, and carrying a mug of Earl Grey.  It's already wickedly hot out there, and the sky is obscured by a high gossamer heat haze. Bees are already surfing for nectar in the oregano patch and humming about their appointed work.

The only sentient beings happy about this July heat are the blissfully foraging bees, flowering herbs and the ripening vegetables in village veggie patches: beans, peppers, tomatoes, garlic, chards and emerging gourds. Most vegetables show a little restraint, but the zucchini vines (as always) are on the march and threatening to take over entire gardens, if not the whole wide world. Are veggies sentient, and do they have Buddha nature?  You bet they do, and I suspect they have long mindful conversations when we are not listening.

Villagers are an eccentric bunch when it comes to gardening. One neighbor is growing squash on her veranda, and another has planted cabbages and corn in her flower beds. The guy around the corner is cultivating every known variety of hot pepper in reclaimed plastic storage bins. The tubs are lined up along the sidewalk and driveway in front of his house, and the place looks like a jungle. He is not growing anything but peppers, and his enthusiasm is admirable - he plans to pickle each and every one.

Tomatoes are always a marvel.  Scarlet or gold, occasionally purpled or striped, they come in all sizes and some surprising shapes. The first juicy heirloom "toms" of the season are the essence of feasting and celebration as they rest on the sideboard: fresh-from-the-garden jewels, rosy and flushed and beaded with early morning dew. A wedge of Brie or Camembert, gluten-free crackers, a sprinkling of sea salt and a few fresh basil leaves from the herb patch are all that is needed to complete the arrangement and our lunch. Beau loves cheese, but he is not a fan of green stuff on it. His mantra is "hold the basil".


One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

I envy everyone concerning your mobility
forgive me.

But I want to be you
be like I used to be.
move like I used too

Ashamed of my words
forgive me


Mystic Meandering said...

Oh dear lady - "one woman's journey." I'm sorry I have forgotten your name, but I know how you must feel. Please do not be ashamed of your words. Your words are a beautiful expression of your life experience. I will be 71 in the Fall and have had many chronic health issues through out my life which now seem to impede my movement through life. And the aging process is a difficult journey indeed... I have no words to make it better for you, but just wanted you to know that I feel empathy for your experience in life... Many heartfelt bows to you...

Barbara Rogers said...

What a lovely neighborhood comentary of the garden veggies. Not a word about flowers either! Your lunch sounds delicious! I love the buddha nature of the veggies prompting long mindful conversations when we're not around. Enjoy your weekend, while the boys who love big bangs set off fireworks in my mountains. The town has canceled fireworks, but that doesn't mean a thing to neighbors in the woods.