In the spring we garden with great diligence. We plant the seeds, and a week later are certain to stare at the dirt almost every single day, checking for any signs of luscious greens ahead. Not so in the fall. A few weeks ago (I really have little idea when, except that it was after August 20, because I was shocked that it had gotten so late so quickly) I planted some seeds (a few lettuces, turnips, beets & kale). Today, September 4, is the second time I’ve looked at them. It seems anticipation of autumnal greens is beaten out by laundry, syllabus writing, classroom set-up, vegetable picking and processing, oh, and spending time with family. It’s interesting how the same action is so much less a focal point when the surrounding circumstances are different.