I spent just 30 minutes this morning at the home of a friend (and vendor). we toured her high tunnel and fields. In the high tunnel, I helped myself to bags of fresh greens – kale, baby lettuce mix, French mesclun, romaine. I was so excited at the prospect of incredibly fresh greens. Looking at these bags in my refrigerator (which took some creative organizing), I wonder how I will eat it all at its peak. My frenzy at ultra-fresh produce led to over-cutting. Well, there is that pot luck on Sunday. I had two very large salads for dinner, as did the rest of my family.
The whole experience led me to believe that spring actually was here. That the season of amazing, fresh produce was upon us. Cutting greens, wading through wet grass to tour fields brought the promise of more to come. It took almost an hour for the sensation to wear off enough to notice that my feet were still wet and cold!
There is something spiritual about a field or a garden or a high tunnel. Creating life to nourish life. The slow pace. The presence and the care and the patience. There isn’t a grocery store in the world that can recreate that experience.
So, happy spring everyone. Enjoy the sun, the rain, and nature’s bounty. Take time to just look and take it all in.