The weather here in my little Mid-Coast Maine neck of the woods has been ping ponging from one extreme to another. Friday was a beautiful balmy 70 and we celebrated our final sunset on the water for the season. Saturday we had our first frost. Sunday was largely devoted to bringing anything left to harvest in from the garden. Save the cold loving ones, of course. Torrential rains this week sped up some of our garden chore timelines even further. What I love about the life we have created here is that there is no work week clock. Everything is fluid. My schedule revolves around the weather, the tides, light and dark, and client needs, of course. Emails are answered in the wee hours of the morning before light breaks these days. Foraging overlaps with walking the dogs (to their chagrin sometimes), “making” happens while something is baking, stewing, canning, fermenting–which is almost all the time— and gardening ebbs and flows around (and sometimes floods) the rest. If there is such a thing as balance, I think we have found it. And we know how fortunate we are in that.
Since we moved to Maine I’ve been learning so much about the land we’re on and what it has to give and what we can give to it in return. I frequently feel overwhelmed by the abundance around us—from the garden, from the wooded trails, along the shore. And next week our state is voting on adding a person’s Right to Food to our state constitution. I believe we are the first state in the country to do this. I am both proud of this and sorry that such action is needed. But I appreciate the foresight. And the thoughtfulness, the bipartisanship, and the time and the effort put into bringing this to the vote of our community.