August

At the end of August everything has reached it’s peak. The garden is bursting with vegetables. The flowers strain towards the sky. Petals thick and lush. Bees fill the air as they rush about harvesting from each flower, storing it away for winter.

This is such a bitter sweet time.

Everything is at it’s best, just before it dies. We have a few weeks? A month? Maybe more, maybe less, but the time is coming soon. Like the bees we work to put away as much bounty as we can. Stuffing ourselves with veggies at every meal, freezing and canning as much as we have jars for.

This peak production is here to supply us for the coming winter and we had best make use of it. If we don’t the winter will be long, dark, and hungry. I curse the heat but fear the cold.