I love thinking of time curling itself up into acorns! We don’t have cicadas this year. It’s cool this morning, and the crows know I’m awake and are waiting for their peanuts. The garden has been ravaged. Maybe our yard is a food bank? How amazingly blessed we are to be able to buy food. These animals have lost their food supply generations have counted on as big mansions seem to have marched in and gradually taken over. It’s such a painful metaphor to realize.
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Bethe Hagens
Sep 12, 2021
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I finally came to peace with it in that 500 word statement on horticulture for the journal that I was telling you about. I'll send it to you by email. It's been hard. Today, though, I went out and picked about 90% of the aronia berries. I am planning to bake breakfast bars out of them tomorrow, so I followed my own advice. The birds are experts at knowing to pick just the ripest ones, and they were mostly gone. I just have to trust that. That they we be coming and get the things I think in my head that I will pick the next morning (when my knees haven't started to be tired!).
I love thinking of time curling itself up into acorns! We don’t have cicadas this year. It’s cool this morning, and the crows know I’m awake and are waiting for their peanuts. The garden has been ravaged. Maybe our yard is a food bank? How amazingly blessed we are to be able to buy food. These animals have lost their food supply generations have counted on as big mansions seem to have marched in and gradually taken over. It’s such a painful metaphor to realize.