There are fifteen green plants in my raised bed garden. Red and yellow peppers, tomatoes, squash, basil, mint, and melon. Probably there are any number of things I have done wrong already...  I started too late, the dirt is shallow, the mix of mulch to garden soil is off kilter, the seedlings are cramped. I know, I know. But at least they are in. 

Because there is a chicken run below it the bed is elevated to waist height. No stooping over this summer, though there was enough stooping to shovel ten bins of mulch to last my back for awhile. 

A neighbor whose gardening skills go back much farther than mine said they still have squash and sweet potatoes from last summer. That was a bountiful harvest to have lasted ten months. Imagine biting into the golden sweetness of August when there is ice on the bare branches outside your frosty window.

There are a bouquet of weddings this summer, and others next fall. The preparations are spilling over with peonies, and tulle, cello fugues and guest lists. Careful attention goes into the colors and seating charts, to insure an enjoyable event. 

The photographer will capture those memories, and fix them in an album. Turning the pages a year or a decade later will reopen the feelings, and smells, and sounds. Like bringing up butternuts from the basement.

Because hunger is in our future, no matter how full our bellies are today.