Saturday we had the first frost of the season. It has nearly killed the pumpkin vine! So this weekend I spent lots and lots of time in the garden harvesting...I'm excited about the haul:
-nearly 4 cups of raspberries from the raspberry vines in the front
-4 large pumpkins
-12 mini pumpkins
-a bunch of green beans (enough for 2 people for dinner some night)
-10 cups of tomatoes (and my tomatoes are the size of large peas, so this was a LOT of hours of picking)
There's lots more of everything ripening on their vines!
8 eggs yesterday, 8 eggs today
As I spent time in the garden this weekend harvesting, I had a moment where I had a flash of recognition and connection to all the people in the world who grow their own food as a way of survival, not as a form of entertainment and supplement. I thought about all the people around the world who would spend not a day, but many days on their hands and knees or standing with bent backs, getting scratched and poked and bitten by insects as they worked to gather as much as they could while the weather held and and even when it didn't. I had the luxury of running inside when the wind and rain got too be too uncomfortable, to make myself some tea to warm up. I think about the people all over the world who don't have such a luxury. I think about the ancestors all over this globe who didn't have the luxury of a weather forecast and would keep on picking not knowing that the weather would be better the next day. As I looked upon my green-brown dirty hands I thought about all the people whose hands were permanently altered by the toil of working the land. And I thought of how grateful I am for my life and my privilege and my garden.
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