So, as the sun quietly settled in for the night yesterday a large, bright moon illuminated our darken path. Though it was no ordinary moon; it was the first full moon after the autumnal equinox otherwise referred to as the Harvest Moon. In songs and poems this lunar occurrence has been rhapsodized and romanticized for eons.
For me, I am in the fields staring off into the distance after a laborious day of hauling weighty tough-skinned squashes from their summer rows – perhaps a future jack-o-lantern or holiday pie. Or, maybe I spent the day cutting the stalks of a minute cabbage bejeweled with mouth-size heads that tend to give some a visceral reaction but one that we all know. Now, don’t fear the laborers of the earth are not out reaping every last vegetable in the fields. Fortunately, we still have a few months ahead of us of hearty, warming foods requiring a good washing and an eager mouth to fulfill its potential.
Squash (hard skinned)