Today I washed vegetables fresh from the garden. I marveled at how the colors came to life as the dirt circled down the drain. I longed to be somewhere on a small farm, apron around my waist, kneeling in the dirt, gently cutting fresh vegetables and fruit from the vine.
How astounding to feel the difference between a store bought tomato and a fresh picked one. The latter feels so much more vulnerable.
It rained this afternoon.
