By the numbers, August is a busy month in the garden. All eight heads of garlic have been harvested, dried, trimmed, and put in the kitchen pantry for use. I have made and frozen two batches of pesto. I have picked, peeled and canned eight jars of tomatoes. I have made three jars of homemade ketchup. I sold a baby walker on kijiji and spent almost all of my profit at the farmer's market on even more produce that I have been busy preserving or baking and freezing. This is the time the year where the ants work, work, work to prepare for the coming winter and deprivation from fresh, locally-grown produce.
I'll leave you with a poem I've just read and been re-reading this last week by American poet Mark Nepo. I hope you'll like it. It's called, Breaking Surface, and is very carpe diem.
Let no one keep you from your journey.
no rabbi or priest, no mother
who wants you to dig for treasures
she misplaced, no father
who won't let one life be enough,
no lover who measures their worth
by what you might give up,
no voice that tells you in the night
it can't be done.
Let nothing dissuade you
from seeing what you see
or feeling the winds that make you
want to dance alone
or go where no one
has yet to go.
You are the one explorer.
Your heart, the unreadable compass.
Your soul, the shore of a promise
too great to be ignored.