Linking up with Lisa Jo Baker for another Five Minute Friday: many writers taking five minutes to write on a single prompt - no editing, no overthinking, just write, publish, and go lavish some praise on whoever linked up before you. It's a lovely way to end the week, to push yourself to write without waiting on perfection, and to read works of other writers you might not have stumbled upon any other way. Care to join in? This week's prompt is "last". Timers ready...go.
It was quite the haul at the farmer's market: peaches and concords trucked over the Rockies, green beans and bacon from a farm just north-east of the city, darling little pattipan squashes, white carrots, kale, and celery so fragrant it could act as spice. This is what I'd been waiting for: one stop glory of the harvest, grown by the hands that sold it. Late August won't last forever; school, fall leaves, and first frost will be upon us soon enough. So I'm blanching those beans, inhaling those peaches, dreaming of the borscht we'll make once fatter beets join the bounty at the stalls while I chop and freeze yet another couple stalks of dill to add to the greens in the freezer. Between the science of preservation and the memories created of savouring sweet the seasonal, there is a way to make it last.