I am getting more and more excited every day, even on the heavy days, because I am watching the fruit and vegetables disappear in my fridge. I relish the time of berries, cherries, nectarines, fresh tomatoes and such. They come in, then they go out. They aren’t rotting away and being tossed. No, they are being consumed with fervor and delight, along with other satisfying food. Summer will close the doors on us soon enough, so I am getting my fill while I can.
It gives me joy to see that I am capable of returning. I know that I can come back to the table again and again and take part in the good-for-me food that awaits. I want to express my gratitude to the earth, the sun, the water, the plants, and to all creatures who take part in the food creation process. It is a great privilege, this bounty, that I haven’t appreciated as much as I ought to.
As summer lingers but starts to fade, I think of what is to come on the autumn table; the way I want to shop in the cooler and the cold seasons. Where is my food coming from? How far did it have to travel to reach my table? What will balance and soothe, heal and fill my body ? I will listen to what food is telling me, I will do my best to hear what it is I still have to learn on how to be a steward of the earth, and all its creatures great and small (yes, I used to watch this BBC series as a kid. Gotta love that James Herriot!)