Autumn is suddenly very much here (hey, what happened to our non-existent summer?) and I have been gleaning.
OK, not literally gleaning from the fields but definitely harvesting.
Several days ago I pulled up the dying dill plant in my windowbox of herbs, cut off the fragile seed heads and sat them in a bowl to dry.
Yesterday morning I sat, half asleep, and gently plucked aromatic seeds from tousled umbels. The ripe ones fell off easily, any that felt silky under my fingers I left to dry out further.
I ate one at the end of the task and the taste exploded in my mouth – one small seed so much stronger than a handful of the leaves.
This morning I collected seedheads from the two poppy plants that arrived unannounced in my garden – in entirely the wrong place naturally! I cut them over a bowl to catch the tiny black seeds that spill everywhere with the slightest provocation.
I have been gleaning in my art as well. I am in a research phase so I’ve been reading a lot, using tiny scraps of paper to mark pages and then transcribing found words, phrases and ideas into my sketchbook. I’ve been searching through my boxes of images looking for just the right combination of visual information and trawling through ebay for the materials I need to start my next project. All seeds that will grow into something new.
Everywhere in my life; gleaning, gathering, hunting, harvesting, searching and storing.