Friends arrive to camp and play and create. By lunch time, the “harvesting” is happening They are going to have a feast. A harvest feast. They collect Loquats, thistle flowers (you can eat), collard leaves, brussel sprouts still hanging on, the last of the beets, wild onions, and all they can handle of rosemary, sage, mint, and parsley. They make a fire and set to work.
The piles of produce they’ve gathered is arranged so strategically, I want a frame for it to hang right in the middle of my life to see everyday, to remember always.
They work together peeling, chopping, cooking, creating. And, when all is ready, they feast.