These days, the weather here has started cooling down and there is a nip in the air. Unless there’s another Indian summer, it looks like fall is right around the corner (which means winter will come fast on its heels).
Summer is an awesome time to be here because the quality of the produce is great and the prices are amazing. 40 cents for a kilo of tomatoes. 50-60 cents for bunches of mint, parsley, cilantro, basil, garlic shoots. ~ $3 for a kilo of strawberries and blackberries. Etc.
Then there are the piles of Korean salads (banchan) from rows of women in the meat hall and downstairs by the Tajik fruit sellers.
For some reason today though, I felt a sense of melancholy while roaming the produce sections at the bazaar.
There are fewer and fewer stands selling berries and the produce piles are shrinking. Peaches, nectarines, and apples are aplenty.
Citrus fruits and pomegranates will make their appearance.
And soon, the root vegetables and cabbages will start piling up and dropping in price.
And I was reminded of Ecclesiastes chapter 3 (literally and metaphorically).
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
I ❤ seasons. 🙂
On a different note — I found Helva! 🙂