We have been having greens from our garden for the last few weeks. The soft, meaty taste of arugula that hasn’t been on a refrigerated truck from California to Montana is bliss. Every year, I forget what that taste is like so it is always a wonderful surprise. Piled on pizza, wedged in fish tacos or just by the handful straight from the garden. yum.
I feel about the season’s first harvest as Andy does about the season’s first big winter storm. We are both driven by weather and ecology. We both get focused and obsessed with the minutia of our habit. I am thankful this occurs in different solstices or we could be in trouble. On Memorial Day weekend, his religion ends and mine begins.