“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution


Ahhhh.... October.
How I love October.
It's a transition month.
The days are getting shorter, the nights cooler...
but still there is a hint of summer still with us.

Autumn has begun to unpack his colorful wardrobe, and the brown fields
that held lush corn and soy all summer are now edged in purples, blues, and golds...
asters, chickory, and goldenrod in full bloom.

The trees are just beginning to turn...
although many have dropped brown leaves before turning colors.
It might be an unusual autumn this year.

It seems that everywhere you look are pumpkins of all shapes, sizes, and colors.

And yet, in the garden, Summer's colors continue to hold fast...
despite the two mornings of frost we had earlier this week.

I walk through the garden, lingering, at each colorful blossom...
taking in the vibrance and setting it firmly in my memory.

I look at each blossom as a gift...

the gift of tenacity...

each plant trying to hold on as long as possible, despite the unsavory 
conditions of drought and frost.

It's funny, but the most perfect rose of the summer has bloomed... now.

I am happy and humbled to be the recipient of such stalwart beauty.

This transition time of year is a gift because it gives us one last...

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