Seasonal Porch Sitting
Jason said to me today, “I feel like I’ve been accomplishing some athletic feat and now I’m supposed to rest and recover.” I pointed out that I felt that way too, but that I had accomplished an athletic feat (if you count dancing at a wedding well into the night after being up since 4 a.m. and working farmers market and athletic feat).
It is this feeling, and not the lovely weather, that clues us into the fact that it’s nearly October. This is the time of year that our bodies let us know how old we are (they exaggerate a bit, I’m afraid). It is also the time of year that our bellies are the smallest and our muscles are the strongest, that our boots need replacing and our sleep needs increasing. You see, it’s not just the vegetables that are seasonal, it’s our lives and bodies too.
It’s also the time of year when half the farmily leaves us and destruction becomes our major activity. Which means that it never becomes a fire to put out. Planting has to happen when planting has to happen or you won’t have crops to harvest. Same with watering and weeding. But destruction, well…that can be put off another week, another month. Who cares really if the old rotten tomatoes sit there on the trellis a little while longer when putting it off means quitting after only 8 hours and the weather is perfect and you have some prosecco chilling in the fridge?
This is the time of year that we understand again that sometimes an ideal world is not having everything done, but having time to sit and sip on the porch a while. When we realize that the word “pet” is also a verb. And that we are not, in fact, professional athletes (or 20-something). This is the season of slowing down, just a bit, and enjoying the fruits of our labor.