bittersweet
My fridge is full of farm--broccoli rabe, rhubarb, whole chicken, ground beef, green eggs, cheese......
My fridge is full of farm, and it's bittersweet.
I stood at the CSA pickup today, and part of me was so happy to be in a relationship with local farmers again.
But then I stood there looking at the honey and the maple syrup, and it wasn't Rachel's honey and syrup. And I walked along choosing veggies that weren't Dale's veggies. And there were no flowers.
And I closed my eyes and saw Dale's smile on the back of my eyelids, and now I am sitting at the keyboard with tears spilling over.
I love my current life in the city. I love the fact that Elder, Younger, and I each rode our bicycles from different parts of town to meet at the CSA pickup after school today and then rode home together. I love that we also could have done this by bus or on foot.
I love the compactness of my current life.
Standing there in relationship with new farmers today, though, I realized that I have walked away from being enmeshed in agriculture, from being in relationship with farmers, twice now. Both times moving toward a more urban life. Both times moving to this metro area, actually.
My fridge is full of farm, and I am so sad-glad about it.
Maybe this will be the time that I learn to be both a city mouse and a country mouse at the same time.
My fridge is full of farm, and it's bittersweet.
I stood at the CSA pickup today, and part of me was so happy to be in a relationship with local farmers again.
But then I stood there looking at the honey and the maple syrup, and it wasn't Rachel's honey and syrup. And I walked along choosing veggies that weren't Dale's veggies. And there were no flowers.
And I closed my eyes and saw Dale's smile on the back of my eyelids, and now I am sitting at the keyboard with tears spilling over.
I love my current life in the city. I love the fact that Elder, Younger, and I each rode our bicycles from different parts of town to meet at the CSA pickup after school today and then rode home together. I love that we also could have done this by bus or on foot.
I love the compactness of my current life.
Standing there in relationship with new farmers today, though, I realized that I have walked away from being enmeshed in agriculture, from being in relationship with farmers, twice now. Both times moving toward a more urban life. Both times moving to this metro area, actually.
My fridge is full of farm, and I am so sad-glad about it.
Maybe this will be the time that I learn to be both a city mouse and a country mouse at the same time.
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