resting

Memorial Day is a farm holiday (one of two for the season), so I have the day off and my body is pleased about that. The weeks of bending over to transplant have finally taken a toll on my back and my chest. The work no longer wears me out, we have fewer and fewer meals at the cabin full of exhaustion and just staring at one another, but I am aware that I need to be taking care of my aches more.

This week tomatoes went into the ground...they are also planted on black plastic. Next week will be potatoes, so we spent a couple of quiet afternoons cutting seed potatoes into pieces the size of 'a hen's egg' so they would be ready to be planted. I also had asparagus fresh out of the garden for the first time in my life. It was amazing, amazing and entirely worth the effort it takes to grow asparagus. It was a glimpse into the fresh, delicious food to come.