Last week. Wow.
It was like racing through a dry, rocky river bed in the back of an old pickup, driven by a half-blind, half-drunk whiskey bootlegger. In a word – Bumpy. In three words – Real, Real Bumpy. A unsettling, impossible to get your balance, impossible to catch you breath kind of bumpy. Bumpy enough to bang a kidney loose and challenge your faith in comfortable things. It was one crazy week. Sure, there were good bits, and it was productive. But, it was rough and I’m very glad it’s done.
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Yesterday the boy and I took lunch in the garden. (We have a son. His name is Milo. He’s two, though if asked he’ll tell you he’s sixteen). We sat in straight-backed chairs beside the nursery hoop, overlooking the chickens. We ate a spinach salad with balsamic and rosemary vinaigrette straight from a huge, stainless mixing bowl. We shared a sparkling water, from a single tall glass with lemon and ice. It was a simple meal, no more than ten minutes from field to plate. And it was perfect. Lately, between soil prep, spring planting, grow room work, raising the boy and working my regular 50+ hrs/wk at the store I’d been running it a little thin. I was needing something simple and lunch in the garden with my son did the trick. It was one of the best meals I can remember.
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