Today, let us give thanks for the resilient earth that feeds us, even as the days grow short.

I wouldn’t normally call my greenhouse (or my green fingers) blessed, but I have a tomato that defies the calendar. I also still have apples clinging to my tree. Literally in one motion I can pick them, bring them to my mouth and taste them.  Rather than food miles (the distance between where food is grown and eaten), I think of food seconds. They may not be as sweet as a summer tomato, pea or strawberry. But the act of eating such freshness is a blessing. It is the taste of now. It is the taste of life persisting against the frost.

I feel privileged to eat from the source – an act of communion with the soil and nature itself. 

May your day be filled with fresh pickings…