Leaf/Wealth

Been lying in leaves a lot lately…

After the big annual dump at Sidewalk Ends

After the big annual dump at Sidewalk Ends

Between the rows of newly planted garlic…

Between the rows of newly planted garlic…

Can someone please invent a leaf-mulch perfume?

Can someone please bake me a cake that smells like hot leaves?

Can someone please tell the doctors that sticking your face and hands in a hot leaf pile is the #1 cure for dread?

What are we dreading, New England? I’m just going to say it: winter. We’re dreading winter. How our shoulders squinch up around our ears for three months straight and the sidewalk just slides right out from under us sometimes. And the sun down in the middle of the afternoon so biking home is a lot of little knives on that single inch of cheek. OOOF.

I’d like to take this moment to thank our sponsor, deciduous trees! For their generous annual donation!

I don’t think it’s dread makes the trees drop their leaves. They aren’t scared, naked like that with the weekend lows forecasted mid-20s. Winter? The deciduous trees just go with it. Let the memory of summer redden and blow away, blanketing us with some free sweet-smelling fertility.

Not sure if the farm quite broke even this year, (Big Fay’s still crunchin the numbers), but this is a kind of wealth— 300′ of garlic planted and lying in leaves under a still-warm sun.

-L

In the back of the truck...

In the back of the truck...