The month that must not be named
The brilliant colors and flavors of the month that must not be named
We knew it was coming. The month that must not be named. With its angry sun and smothering humidity, its giant weeds reaching for the sky and multitudes of voracious insects. A wise farmer once sagely advised, “Never evaluate your career choice in [the month that must not be named].” This is the true existentialist month. The one where you’re standing in a still puddle of sweat which is evidence that you exist, but why? Well, I try not to harp on the heat too much since another wise farmer once said, “Hey, you volunteered for this.” But the arrival of the month that must not be named warrants at least a mention. So consider it mentioned. Just as light and dark highlight each other, and evil emphasizes good, there are good things that come with the month that must not be named as well. The brilliance of color is at its peak this month. And the plenitude of produce, bursting with color and flavor. I mean, after all, this is the month that brings two of my favorite farm products: green zebra tomatoes and ripe peppers. So sometimes when a whine threatens to wriggle out of my lips, you just have to put a pepper in said lips instead and soon I’ll be smiling.