well, I was ready to give up hope on every growing any vegetables. I mean, I had some fun with the French radishes, but they do not a meal make. it seemed like my garden was gorgeously green and lush and alive, but the vegetables weren't showing up... until last weekend.
surprise! I've got little tiny cherry tomatoes, and chubby cucumber babies! it's happening!
the funny thing is, I want to be all cool about it, but I'm just not. I'm excited. I'm stoked. I'm really proud of these little things. I can't wait to eat them up.
honestly, sometimes the whole scene is so charming, it's almost too sweet to believe. I was sitting on my "porch", eating a piece of sourdough bread slathered with my homemade blackberry jam, I reached a spoon into the bucket of honey from my hive that was filtering in the sun next to me and drizzled it on the bread, and as I was bringing it to my mouth, a honeybee landed on one of the cucumber flowers.
and really, I started thinking... is this actually my life? is it really this good? it feels like I dreamed it all up, and I did, but I'm not used to seeing my dreams become my reality like this.
it feels good, and it feels right, and yeah I'm gonna wax a little poetic here, but it feels... like I've finally found my place in it all.
then the full moon rose in the sky as the sun set on the other side, the train still banged by every few minutes, I could hear sirens in the distance... but this felt like home. I can grow food, raise bees, and still go to a world class museum or a music festival within a 15 minute bike ride. so after all of those years, decades, of saying "I want to go home"... am I finally there?
maybe I'm not saving the world, but I'm saving myself.
surprise! I've got little tiny cherry tomatoes, and chubby cucumber babies! it's happening!
the funny thing is, I want to be all cool about it, but I'm just not. I'm excited. I'm stoked. I'm really proud of these little things. I can't wait to eat them up.
honestly, sometimes the whole scene is so charming, it's almost too sweet to believe. I was sitting on my "porch", eating a piece of sourdough bread slathered with my homemade blackberry jam, I reached a spoon into the bucket of honey from my hive that was filtering in the sun next to me and drizzled it on the bread, and as I was bringing it to my mouth, a honeybee landed on one of the cucumber flowers.
and really, I started thinking... is this actually my life? is it really this good? it feels like I dreamed it all up, and I did, but I'm not used to seeing my dreams become my reality like this.
it feels good, and it feels right, and yeah I'm gonna wax a little poetic here, but it feels... like I've finally found my place in it all.
then the full moon rose in the sky as the sun set on the other side, the train still banged by every few minutes, I could hear sirens in the distance... but this felt like home. I can grow food, raise bees, and still go to a world class museum or a music festival within a 15 minute bike ride. so after all of those years, decades, of saying "I want to go home"... am I finally there?
maybe I'm not saving the world, but I'm saving myself.
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