I don’t know about you, but winter is a season when my energy is low and while lying dormant may be what I need to do, my frontal lobe just wants to keep clicking over: producing, checking things off the list, producing, scheduling tasks, producing, creating, producing. My body and spirit know they need renewal; …
There are still a few tomatoes ripening (oh, so slowly) on the two surviving tomato plants on my porch. Growing anything is a miracle; growing things at the season edges seems even more miraculous and I am grateful for the wonder of possibility. Every night the tarp goes on to conserve the daytime heat through …
There is no canning going on in my kitchen because I don’t have enough produce to make putting up for the winter a viable option, really, which leaves me feeling a little bereft at this time of year. Childhood memories are rooted very deep in the psyche, so I grieve for the Mason jars of …