This morning, the first talk I want to see is at 11:00. This gave me time to walk around this land before the drive to Kingston. The nights are colder now; falling in the single digits, but under the blankets I am cozy while I read Teja Cole. I slept well this past night, even so wake tired from the big thoughts that fill my mind. The words of all these artists at once is overwhelming but worth it. This freshness in air has forced the thinnest and most unprotected leaves to put on their brightly colored coats, the rest of them will not be far behind.
I walked over to my garden and was disappointed and surprised. I suppose I should not be. Powder mildew is taking over the squash plants. I had never seen powder mildew in all my years on the farm in the giant gardens of the women who grew all the food for their family. Now this mildew finds its way deep here, into the untouched forest to attack the plants. I wonder from what biotechnology hell it pounced out, ready to kill what we we want to grow for ourselves.
The days are too cold now for the tomatoes to ripen, but there are a lot of vegetables and herbs still there. These strong beauties are still a thriving food source, but I will have to cover them soon if I am to have the opportunity to enjoy them.
All through these woods, the small asters poke their small sunny purple faces up out of the forest floor. It is a beautiful time. As though nature is a fresh faced child being tucked in by mother nature for a winter’s night.
All reminders that I must prepare for the coldness that living brings.