Last night in my garden…
…I heard the crickets chirping and the bees buzzing.
…I sat quietly picking green beans.
…I watched my daughter harvest our first ever home-grown golden beets.
…I tore away strawberry vines attempting to creep their way in from the lawn.
…I noticed 30 hot peppers on one plant where last week there was only one.
…I picked the first winter squash of the season.
…I noticed how different the night air was than just a couple of weeks ago.
…I washed away all of the stress from the day.
…and I was happy.
When we know the source of our food – the land, the farmer, the grocer, the fish monger – we are empowered to make healthy choices. But when we experience the challenges and rewards of growing our own food, we are nourished in ways we could never imagine. Whether it is a farm, a garden or a pot on your windowsill, its never too late to plant a seed, watch it grow, and cook all the love we gave it into our meals. My tomatoes are not turning red this year, our melons aren’t particularly sweet and the squash are fighting off slugs attacking their vines, but it has been a good summer in my garden and we will be enjoying its harvest for many weeks to come.
Last night and every night I am grateful to be eating clean and living well.