It is hard to know what to write when you have been out of the habit for a long time. For gardeners it’s easy, you write your harvest notes of course! There is not much to write about on our garden front. Our biggest crop was Delicata squash and Cayenne peppers. The apples are from the Hansen’s orchard. We helped them harvest last weekend, now we are up to our ankles in apples. In the Seth department we are up to our ears in Kindergarten. Seth is happily ensconced in Teacher Kathy’s class, which until now has more or less been his life goal. I am sure soon his goals will be reevaluated, but for now he has arrived, and is basking in his achievement.
I for one took a little break over the summer. I had a great deal of actual work to do, so I made sure that got done and didn’t sweat the lack of creativity. However, with the change of season comes that burst of productivity that all animals experience in the autumn. The sudden need to store food, make art, plan fund raisers – the usual biological shifts in attitude. I find the shift energizing, suddenly there is so much to do and so little time. No more whiling away the hours with a good book. It’s hand to the craft, finger to the brush and spade to soil – no time to loose.
Summer offers all the time in the world. In summer we appreciate the vast, the leaves in the garden are green and abundant with hope. As the long days wane, autumn reveals what is really there, maybe not so many squash as we hoped. how will we make due? It is in the autumn that we learn to live with what we really have, a time for accounting. It is a time for me when my life comes into clarity, I chuck that which did not work and capitalize on what did. What needs to be done always seems blatantly obvious when the sun is lower in the sky.
It is funny that after a summer of plenty in the zucchini department we are down to just the few sparse buds trying to burgeon in the cool air with little hope of growing to seed. This last effort seems sad, but I try not to dwell on it. Every transition is a little sad, be it seasonal or personal. Sometimes we have to stay in that sad space a little while to get ready for what is next. My own sad spaces come and go. As I get older I get more comfortable with them, more familiar with the rythms of my own consciousness. I can’t be up without the downs, and if I was even keel I guarantee you I would not be remotely as interesting of a person.
At the risk of getting to philosophical, I am going to change the subject to apple crisp. We made some the other night and it was the simplest slice of heaven I have ever tasted. My favorite children’s book/book is Our Apple Tree by Gorel Kristina Naslund and illustrated by Kristina Digman. In the back they have a recipe for apple crisp. I had never tried it, but now I am kicking myself for not trying it earlier it was so easy and so delicious!
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1tablespoon all-purpose flour
1/2 tablespoon cinnamon
1/8 teasopoon slt
8 cups sliced peeled apples
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup rolled oats
1 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 cup butter, cut into small pieces
Combine sugar, 1 tablespoon flour, cinnamon and salt
Add apples and toss to coat
Spread in a baking dish
Combine 1 cup flour, oats, brown sugar, baking powder and baking soda
Cut in butter pieces till clumps form
Sprinkle over apple mixture
Bake uncovered for 35 minutes or until bubbly and apples are tender