Simon picked me up at 6:30 (I woke up with "going on a big trip" giddiness), a lovingly prepped Ritual coffee waiting for me in the rickety cupholder of his pickup. We were on our way to Bi-Rite Family Farm, the vegetable garden and more that Sam and his greater family has grown into a place that makes me feel my future in my veins.
Pizza oven. Hammock. Hot tub. Horseshoes. Nuff said.
While Simon and I crouched in our best laboring postures picking Romano beans, we talked about our dreams for food and family. Our music hummed through the hot air and the work was so enjoyable, I almost didn't realize how quickly we accumulated a truckful of:
Can we talk about the sign Sam nailed up against the fence for a second? Garden graffiti:
Dirty fingers and towers of vegetables make a Happy Girl.
