It wasn’t a good week in terms of waste. The trash bin filled up and got smelly – welcome, warm weather! – because the pantry is no longer a degree or two above freezing.
And I had to throw out food. We were all sick, and leftovers didn’t get used up. I couldn’t find the energy to turn a quarter pound of boiled ham and some greens into a soup or an omelette. It wasn’t a big hit the first two times around, either, so it got pitched.
Then I found that a stored winter squash had gone soft. I cooked its companion just in time – the seeds were starting to sprout. I’m sure if I had waited any longer I would have had squash plants climbing up the kitchen shelves.
But that’s what happens in spring. Onions, potatoes, squash – they all hear their destiny singing the song of the spheres, and they dance along to the music.