The field repeats the sound
It is August
The flocks are beginning to form
-- WS Merwin, from Provision
It's everywhere in the natural world: spider webs and seed heads, the slant of the sun ever further to the south, the deep colors of goldenrod and purple asters, young hawks riding the air currents over the farm all day, the small flocks of migrating geese already in the air at dawn and dusk. Summer is maturing, beginning to give up the fight, but glorious in its decline. The harvest is rolling in.
There's a lot of harvest still to come. But this fleeting moment of abundance, where tomatoes, basil and zucchini overlap with broccoli, radishes and fall cabbage, comes only once a year.
Enjoy the harvest.
Amanda, for the farm crew