Bouquets and Harvest Feasts
Amelia waits for the earth to burst with color and she begins to plan her flower collection. She bundles together the spring color bursts. She knows the combination even before she gathers single green grass strands and bunches of wild purple flowers. She walks among the fields picking yellow flowers from the collards and dill and white ones from the blooming cilantro. Their metamorphosis offering the colorful blooms as the garden is done providing winter food and now offers sweet smelling flowers for her bouquets.
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.