Salted Herbs (photo by Sonia Lacasse)

There is comfort in stasis, in trees that are barren, and fields that are resting.

In those frozen, darker times, time is generous. You can make it your own and, with inexpensive switch-button illumination, it’s easy for everyone to make more of it.

Then comes the notion of soft rains falling—not yet falling, but soon, way too soon.

A frantic anticipation of springtime deadlines sets in: seeds must be ordered, seedlings started, ground prepared, planting schedules established. Time is no longer your own.

Fall harvest is the other time Mother Nature snaps a whip. Sometimes she offers extensions, but not always, and not any that you can count on.

Once the food from the garden is harvested, most of the work shifts to the kitchen, my first home. Cleaned and prepped, then blanched and frozen, dried, canned, or fermented, there’s a lot of work to be done, but the payoff is greater.

During the unpressured off-season months, all that you need to do to enjoy your hard work is (more…)