Sprouting Sun

I snipped a bunch of various broccoli sprouts. In a pan later, a little crisp, garlic, a drizzle of sesame oil to finish. The plants are getting to the end of it now, sturdy woody trunks maybe an inch thick, root balls better than two hands full. I pulled out half a dozen. There are younger ones behind and a scattered row of mini cauliflower that will do better for the extra space. Maybe beans in front here. I eye this real estate covetously. The broccoli seedlings went in better than maybe four months ago now, can’t help but think on what goes in there next. And I need space for beans. Brussels sprouts up the back there in a few weeks. Rolling on. There’s always an itch to remove the old and get on with the new. That long line of carrot seed in that top bed over there, maybe a third germinated? Well. I trace a scratch for more seed, nantes, in the spaces where the last sprinkle failed. Inadvertent succession planting. Weird though. Should be warm enough for a better showing then I’ve had, and plenty of rain to keep things moist. There’s a gap about now when the last carrot crop is getting thin and what’s left a little long in the tooth. OK for roasting or mire poix, but long past tender succulent. It’d be good to keep up a steady crop, but things get too cold. There has to be a gap as the soil slowly warms. Nature likes its gaps. A moment of quiet between. The light rain softens then stops. Sun bursts down. Another quick glance at the app for the solar battery. This sudden awareness of power in and out, the fluctuations, the solar generations, the little disbursements through the grid to the greater good. The roof’s putting out 7.4kw. 2.9 going to the grid after the battery takes its clip. Another small awareness of life’s detail. Better than just flicking a switch. A consciousness of process. Like growing food. Making light.