harvesting

never before have I felt so alive as growing food makes me feel.  it’s alive!  I’m alive!  beautiful!  glowing!  the colors!  the smells!  this way and the other, up and left and around.  there is food growing out of the ground, and it’s alive.  the ebb and flow of the season is driving the pace.  the farm has awoken from its sleepy winter slumber and is again swirling with colors and comers and goers.   watering, and watering, and watering the days go by—the fields layered with miles of small tubes—did you remember to plant the lettuce?  are the carrots germinating? what’s this bug—it looks nasty.  we better mow again.  the peas need to be weeded.  the carrots need to be weeded.  the beets need to be weeded.  the chard needs to be weeded.  the weeded needs to be weeded needs weeded be weeded be needs…