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Look on the fields

veggies.JPG This was an elegiac weekend, one in which to contemplate the swift passage of life's richest gifts. It was also a time to elbow people in the stomach on my way to a crate of produce. This, friends, was the last weekend for fresh corn at the  Grand Army Plaza Greenmarket. It was also the last real weekend for field-grown tomatoes (and what other kind is worth bothering with?)--there may be a few stragglers ripening half-heartedly under row covers, but today the Beefsteaks and Brandywines and I knew it was goodbye.

Not that the family won't have plenty of heavy tote bags to drag home on our autumn Saturday morning sorties.  punkins.JPGWe got a fine, somewhat triangular pumpkin (let's see if the kids in the street will spare it from beating or kidnapping this year).       


I've gotten a few mums (not this many); mums.JPG

I am especially proud that one of last year's plants, which I stuck in the ground after it shot its bolt, came back and bloomed this year, right on schedule, without a commercial nursery's worth of forcing.

I hope the grapes will last another week or so grapes2.JPG...they are the juicy passion that eases my heartbreak over tomato- and corn-withdrawal. The names alone--"Seneca," "Canadace," "Jupiter"--are like poetry, conjuring the mythical upstate New York of Mark Helprin's A Winter's Tale with its mystical "Lake of the Coheeries." grapes1.JPG






I love trusty earthy things for making soup. Okay, half the time I buy them meaning to make soup and then let them get all slimy and neglected in the crisper, but who can resist the notion of earthy soup-making? carrotleek.JPG

And of course, everywhere there are squash, from tiny "Delicata" to monstrous grey Hubbards. I happen to like winter squash, if I'm feeling energetic enough to whack away at it with a cleaver, scrape out seeds, and hack it into chunks for baking or boiling. But this year, I decided that one of those vaguely menacing pod-shaped ones should be pressed into service as a Hallowe'en decoration more menacing than any Jack-o-lantern. Here, on our table, a tribute to the Invasion: bodysnatchgourd.JPG





Now that's what I call a festive fall centerpiece!

"Do you not say, 'There are yet four months, and then comes the harvest'? Behold I say to you, lift up your eyes and look on the fields, that they are white for harvest." John 4:35
Posted on Monday, October 22, 2007 at 12:41AM by Registered CommenterBrenda from Brooklyn | CommentsPost a Comment

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