A friend said to me yesterday that there was a certain thrill about pulling up something to eat from the ground, for free, and being able to eat it.
She's right.
Today, we had fresh green beans and tomatoes from the garden.
The satisfaction of seeing them, picking them, cleaning them up and preparing them is a very peaceful emotion that goes all the way to the bone.
It's a sad thing and most of society has gotten away from the earth, where everything comes from the store and trees and grass are in the park.
It seems that in the last few years there has been a resurgence of gardening, though. Most of my friends are suddenly planting big gardens, where twenty years ago they wouldn't have dreamed of such a thing.
And it isn't about aging and retiring. It seems there is something in the air - almost a feeling of warning.
Sort of like you better figure out how to feed you and yours.
It isn't mass hysteria, it isn't fear. It seems to be calm and directional, but I can't say more than that.
Anyway, I have dusted off my overalls and hoe and have gone to work.
Just ask Husband.
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