Salt and grass

I was shocked one day, to look up from chopping onions, to see a police officer in full gear who was waiting to inform me that there were complaints of my mowing grass into the street. I know all about the whys and wherefores but everything on our street goes down a storm drain we paid for and into our own ditch rather than to the lake. I gathered up several cantaloupes and took one to each of my neighbors to sweeten the mistake I made. The greater offended one swept up my dried remains of day lilies! The next day, I looked up to see a city staff person who was there to inform me….

In the Good Book, we are told to be salt – to give flavor to the world around us; to inspire just actions, to love mercy and to walk this earth as sojourners. “Ollie Ollie in come free” – the can has been kicked and there is room at the table – for those in hiding, or in bondage and for those of us in control. Along with the salt and pepper shakers, I hope there are adobo, berbere and fenugreek present – I need to get to know them better.

We are within days of the autumnal equinox – we follow the calendar and thus fall farm shares begin the first week of October. Lots of choices to make today: Kale/Parsley/JalapeƱo peppers, Melons, Brussels sprouts, Onions, Potatoes, Kohlrabi/Raspberries/Broccoli, Hakurei turnips/Beets, the last cucumbers; Juliet tomatoes and Sweet Peppers.

It’s better to trample grass….even if it has been shwooshed into the street than to walk on flavorless salt. Be the change that is hoped for – hey ho!