New Life in Autumn

I harvested ground cherries and tomatillos all afternoon, alone in the field with my thoughts, the sun and my music. By early evening I was cutting flowers and tonight I'll be rounding up the last of the tomatoes for tomorrow's market.

I have arrived and all my thoughts have already manifested: soon, we sow our winter grains and I didn't even have to order the seed. I have slipped into a life carved for me, a perfect fit. I am struck by how peaceful it is, and yet always poised to be disappointed because surely I will find a way to screw it up. But the disappointments are muffled and muted by the fact that out here, we have the land and the animals. I survive alongside them, and the hard work is rewarded with the bounty of harvest.