Sunday, September 2, 2012
September is here. The temperatures from August remain but they are tired, nowhere near the punch they had a few weeks ago. Light and wind is changing, the season is moving into the shoulder and exhaling. On the windowsill is a half-gallon mason jar full of red onions, garlic and the smallest new potatoes. It makes me smile to see it, a little piggy bank of honest insurance. Money is a nice thing, but root vegetables behind glass is true wealth.