Today I started to think about what I want to grow in my vegetable garden this year. I’m thinking of some early greens. Growing vegetables seems different to me this year. I wonder if we’ll have our farmers market and if the vegetables that are usually so available here in the summer will be this year.
I’m sure the farmers will find a way to get their vegetables to us even if we can’t have a farmers market. It’s already happening at the Bennington Farmers markets where people are pre-ordering baked goods and other things they sell throughout the year.
But I also think all my gardens are going to be even more important in my life than they usually are.
Today, raking the garden beds took all my energy and concentration. It was like I was on vacation from the Coronavirus. It made me feel healthy to plunge my hands into the muddy, decaying, winter soaked leaves that mulched my gardens all these months.
And then, when I went into my studio after working outside all day I saw the scraps of fabric on my work table and they looked different to me then they did this morning when I couldn’t figure out how to make them work together.
I moved a few of them around, easily arranging them so they actually looked joyful to me.