Rufus and I are working on our second batch of tomato sauce this weekend. I sit at the kitchen counter, chopping, pulverizing, and thinking about what this winter will bring. What will life look like when frost lays the land to rest for a season? Where will we take our energy from and where will we spend it when we lose this length of sunlight? It changes every year, but I’m beginning to regard it with more forethought and self-sufficiency, the deference the season deserves.


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