Capturing the last of summer

I went to the Farmer's Market today and came home with four dozen ears of corn to blanch and freeze. That's a lot of corn, I decided at about 10:30 p.m. when I was STILL cutting and bagging.

SamTheCat sat there and watched the whole process,
looking from corn to me to corn to me with this
"Are you nuts, Person?" look on his face.

It's all part of having read the book Skinny Bitch two months ago. I'd read all those principles before, just not all at once while lying in bed sick one Sunday afternoon. It blew my circuitry.

Thus began my journey into eating locally, eating organically as much as possible, being mindful about where my food comes from and what it has to go through to get to me. I don't know what the world is coming to or what will happen. It's overwhelming sometimes. Depressing many times.

Small steps. Personal steps. Like 40 cups of golden corn, frozen along with the summer sun, ready for a cold winter day.