...sometimes even a single feather is enough to fly. (Robert Maclean)


hard work + early morning gifts

Sometimes all the morning chores can get to be a drag.

After weeks of no rain and high temperatures,
there's no choice but to do extensive watering every day.
At least once a day.

Our morning ritual is something like this:

rise up.
grind beans and brew.
feed dogs.
close windows.
draw blinds.
then grab a hose
and water
for like 90 minutes.
sometimes longer.

I get nervous that I'm draining the well...
And in the midst of that nervousness,
I also feel so grateful for this water
that comes from the depths of the earth.
Without it, we'd have no harvest.

After days and days of hose in hand,
I definitely feel like I am wading in the water.

I have become my astrological sign.
The Water Bearer.

While I was watering this morning
I began humming this great rendition
of Wade in the Water 
by Eva Cassidy.

Our CSA farm manager, Chris,
told us that farmers call watering
not irrigation.

Because it really is so much hard work,
most people have no clue he said. 

It is so labor and time intensive to keep things alive and thriving
when their natural environment does not provide optimal conditions.

(Sounds like a great metaphor for my day job with kids...
watering, watering, watering.
But also weeding, mulching, fertilizing.)

It's a great metaphor for therapy
or any mentoring relationship with a child.

And just like with all of that hard work,
the hard work in the garden also gives back. 
Sometimes the reward is just watching something grow.

It all comes around.

Today had some early morning gifts, like this bumpy surprise:

A ripe pickling cucumber
I found while watering
it's tangled green trellis of vines.

And a warm egg
left from one of our girls
early this morning.
Just look how big they're getting!!!

So we decided to see
with the help of our handy dandy new scale just how big they are
and to our delight, we have some XL eggs!!!

Thank you, girls!!!
Great work!!!

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