Look very, very carefully. Do you see it?
The tiny little ear-sproutling of a chard plant. All of the greens are coming up! It's so exciting to me. Just absolutely thrilling on a level that is hard to convey. You'd think our very survival depended on these vegetables. Maybe it's hardwired into our brains, this kind of thinking. Like the pleasure and sense of wealth I still get every day when I gather eggs. And perhaps that's how my husband feels when he hunts. That same deep feeling of need to bring home protein for the family. Here we are with our grocery stores and our technology, our ability to order food to be delivered, our restaurants, our big box stores, our endless choices of food we can bring home and store in our pantries, our refrigerators, our freezers or food that is already prepared and hot and ready for us to eat and yet- we have not come a millimeter away from the same humans who did indeed have to grow or raise or hunt their food and lest we forget- there are people all over the world who still do. Their DNA is our DNA. Both our ancestors and our living cousins.
And I guess that's why I get so damn excited when the seeds bust the dirt with green. It's a theory, anyway.
I remember one time a friend came over and honestly, I was not in the mood for a visit and she was a talkative woman. Extremely. I finally thought she was leaving and I went outside with her to tell her goodbye because THAT IS WHAT YOU DO HERE and I thought I'd die when she pulled down the tailgate of her truck to sit on to TALK SOME MORE!
Obviously I'll never get over that. And today wasn't like that. None of us had any place we had to be immediately and it was a perfectly lovely day to talk with the people we love.