Growing food for myself and for the members of my community is work rooted in relationship with myself, with others, and with the land. It’s work filled with a sweaty kind of rhythm, like the deep-throated hum of a milking parlor at 5am, morning after morning after morning. And filled with movement, curious and daring, like digging for potatoes in summer.
[Imagine reaching your hands through several layers of hay (mice scatter) then digging into dirt, your hands searching for the rounded, smooth surface of a potato. By the end of the hour your basket is filled with various oblong pockets of color: white, cream, buff, yellow, purple, pink, orange, blue. These hands don’t need a box of crayons to color the rainbow!]
I’ve chosen to grow vegetables (and hopefully some fruit too!) because this is work that breathes, extending the heart wide open. This is the work I live for. And this is the work I hope to share with you.
And you.
And you…
