with the garden in full bloom, in full force, in full swing, i can appreciate why so many of those who garden seem to garden somewhat madly. gardens are beautiful. turns out you can grow forests of food from tiny seeds. harvests can be almost indecent. and (with a number of really solid cooks around) the meals make it worth your while.
the underworld of squash.
the peas and the beans.
harvesting with a child.
and the three top harvests of the day.
a day of gratitude.
(more later on the joys of our first taste of collective farming and on our first (small) town council meeting.)