My summer of teaching foraging throughout the State of
draws to a close. This brings at once
a sense of melancholy as well as an invitation to a quieter, easier time to
come. As per my personal foraging, mushrooms make up the bulk of it, as well as
such seasonal delicacies as Maine
artichokes and late-lingering garden “weeds” such as lamb’s quarters. Jerusalem
Garden produce takes up a big part of my time now. Canning, drying herbs and to a much lesser extent, freezing, have become regular activities. But all this has its own rewards past the enjoyment of knowing that I’m providing for my future. I know I’m taking part in an age-old practice, something that inexorably ties me to my ancestors.
Here’s an observation for you to consider. Writing this in late August, I’m thinking that society rushes the season. Advertisements for fall clothes, firewood and all sorts of fall and winter-related items bombard the airwaves. But it’s still summer and will be until September 23. So why is everyone in such a rush to bid farewell to the warm season?
Well, much to my chagrin, something happens just around the last few days of August. Changes in nature become noticeable. Colors, scents, sensations, no longer have that “summer” feel. Skies lose their summertime milkiness, water in lakes, ponds and streams takes on a marked clarity and the air, while still warm and congenial, acquires a different feel.
But this should come as no surprise. As I frequently point out, we in
have a short
growing season. Plants change their physical appearance from week-to-week and
even the stars and deep-space objects in the heavens reflect the ever-revolving
wheel of time. In other words, every week brings change…sometimes subtle, or as
in right now, quite pronounced. Maine
So relish those fresh, green things. Soon, they’ll be gone and we’ll have to wait for next year to enjoy them again.
The year, botanically-speaking, draws to a close. And with it, we have a chance to ponder and reflect upon those things that we can’t buy with money, but are worth more than diamonds and gold.
Enjoy the late summer and embrace autumn. We’re all on a merry-go-round ride on the great wheel of changing seasons. Enjoy that ride.