It's supposed to freeze tonight, so i've spent the day harvesting the garden. I've picked all the green tomatoes and the green beans. I've also harvested calaloo.
Calaloo is a spinach-like green from Trinidad & Tobago. In July, a friend gave me a 6-pack, and now each plant is 5 feet tall. I chop the leaves and steam them for a few minutes before packing them into freezer bags. You know how greens cook down. I now have eight quart bags full.
When the first frost approaches our lives, what will we say that our lives cooked down to? All those years, and what does it add up to?
I recently heard a guided meditation on a near death experience. Here's the song that played in the background of the visualization.
Why have you come to earth? Do you remember?
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