Today when I looked out my window early in the morning, before the sun was up, I saw it.
A fall sky.
You can't fool me. Never mind that it is supposed to be 97 degrees here today. Never mind that it is only August 4th. I know what I saw. And I'm passing on the news. Make a note of it. You heard it here first.
And as a confirmation of the incoming harvest season, this is what I found in my garden this morning:
This makes me forget for a little while all the very hard and sweaty work it takes to make a nurturing place for these wonders to grow.
Their beauty is a delight.
Even after all these years as a gardener, I still find growing my own food a miraculous thing. I am surprised every year that seeds turn into food. I am never able to take it as a matter of course.
And I hope I never do.
This makes me forget for a little while all the very hard and sweaty work it takes to make a nurturing place for these wonders to grow.
Their beauty is a delight.
Even after all these years as a gardener, I still find growing my own food a miraculous thing. I am surprised every year that seeds turn into food. I am never able to take it as a matter of course.
And I hope I never do.