All the colors of the rainbow now . . .
As August draws to a close, we gather a rainbow of vegetables from the garden, and I take stock and give thanks. For the abundance of this little patch of earth we call home, we are so very grateful.
Our box of seeds arrives in January when the world is white and dark and cold. We plant the seed babies when summer still feels very far away and nurture the seedlings along with special care during those early weeks. We transplant them into the ground, covering them with plant blankets and hoping for the best. At first they look so fragile and so small. But then, often overnight it seems, they burst forth into fullness and surpass our garden dreams.
We give so little in comparison to what they produce. Every single year this amazes me — just to watch them grow.
It’s week three of the neighbor garden share! Our garlic is ready to harvest; dill heads are enormous; and the cucumbers are just starting to multiply. With four sets of hands (plus ten baby fingers), gathering goodness from the garden goes quickly these days. I love having “older” children whom I can send out on a mission to pick raspberries, gather eggs, or pick a bunch of kale!
It’s Monday morning, and Ellen and I are assembling our neighbor’s garden share. The dwindling strawberries are small and sweet. I fill a quart and Ellen fills her tummy.
Together, we meander into the side garden and I snap off just a few remaining garlic scapes and collect a handful of chamomile flowers for tea. Ellen picks the first of the kale. Kale! My favorite! We have cilantro in abundance, radishes, and three varieties of choi.
And then we go out with a vase and clippers, to collect flowers. Gathering the garden share is one of my favorite weekly rituals.