I have been in love with my rooftop garden this past month. Every meal includes something picked fresh from the garden that morning – there’s a bowl of fresh produce on the counter everyday! This is what I love about the harvest season (besides all of the eating). No matter how hard the growing season has been, no matter how many buckets of sloshing water have been hauled, and squirrels have been reckoned with, it is all erased by the joy and thrill of eating meals grown and prepared with my hands, brains, and skill.
I’ll be heading over to my community garden this afternoon to check up on progress there. I’m sure I’ll come home with a bag of food, but there’s just something extra special about stepping out the door, picking something fresh off the plant and stepping back into the kitchen again to prepare it.
