I was kneeling in the raised bed. Grains of soil and worms in my hand... I took a breath. I heard the neighbors...kids crying, music from cars bumping the bass. I took a breath. This is spring.
Today, I planted lettuce, basil and beans.
I was looking for my seeds before I started. Where else could they be except in the overalls that I never wash. I never wash them, because there might be seeds in the pockets. Seeds, gloves, markers....
I've got scrapes on my arms from tangling with the raspberry canes. This ought to be a good summer for berries.
Maybe I really will have a garden party this year.
Well, a farm party! A hip urban farm gathering.
It's coming along nicely. And that, folks, is hip!