2018 Week 47, Summer CSA Pick-up 25 of 26
What a gift we have in this institution of thanks-giving, because to me it feels too much — this giving of thanks — like a tool in the back of the barn that we had lost or hardly used, but when taken out now for the yearly planting of garlic, seems a thing we should maybe keep around. I mean, isn’t a true thanks-giving a lingering on what is present? And how much do we — by which I mean, I — live, or not live, in a hazy focus on what is absent?
And, so, of course, let me give more thanks to you. Thank you. Thank you!
And, also, I have been feeling an unexpected gratitude for the fields, who miraculously brought us this far — and further — despite their youth and a post-inundation lack of what the British farmers call ‘heart.’ Absence, of course; but, still, 25 weeks of presence.
It’s not a great shot, but this week is our best shot at getting the garlic in. And so if you don’t see me at pick-up on Wednesday, have a look around the corner, and hopefully I’m there putting the cloves to bed for the winter.
See you on the farm,
The Pickle Pile