Monday, September 6, 2010
You have been my constant companion these last six weeks at least! You fill my car, my thumb nail, my dreams. I see you when I close my eyes at night. I spy you in the preservation kitchen in jars each morning. I greet you at Horn of Plenty every Wednesday through Saturday. You make rashes on my arms. You make my employees cry and give notice and leave.
I only need to spend a few more weeks with you, dear Okra! I only lack 2,000 jars, a formidable number, no doubt, but paltry in comparison to the 6,604 original goal. My employees, including the new one, will be happy to see you go! They, too, count the jars and count the days, until your season is over and you take your prickly little self away.
Your beautiful blooms, your bizarre upright habit, your hairy seed pod, and let's not forget your mucilaginous innards: these I will not miss. Take care, Okra! Have a good winter!