A brimful box of juicy-ripe pears, another of fat, fuzzy peaches, and yet another mounding with sweet corn ears – they’re all here and they all speak of late August and ripening and everything’s-ready-at-once. Tomatoes are beginning to flame red (!), and I savored not one, but two snappy-crisp green beans straight off the vine for the first course of breakfast this morning.
And then there’s the football happening two different ways – tackle and flag – and that oldest tall boy running cross-country, running miles everyday and me running him forty miles further to practice and back. New books coming onto the shelves, old books leaving. School and plans and learning right around the corner. For me, learning what works and what doesn’t, finding the sweet spot there.
Then, the paint brush dipped in white, and the fabric ready for stitching, the artwork off to the framer, and this and that to order so everything’s here in time.
This simplicity. It isn’t hanks of time draped over a puffy lounge chair. It’s the abundance found in every place at once. It’s the gathering in, and the putting by. It’s the longer days and shorter nights and the much-preparing for what lies ahead.
Simplicity is found in life.