REAPING WHAT WE SOWED.
Apparently, that phrase has a literal meaning. A few months ago, the Smiths planted the most onions they've ever grown, and we all together planted the most potatoes. And this week––this ninety-five degree week––we harvested every bit of it.And as hard as it was––as hard as crawling on you hands and knees across rocky dirt while the sun beats down on your back for the better part of three days––it was also a lot of fun. Good conversations broke out among plenty of convivial moments of solidarity. Eric liked to pull a few potatoes out of the ground and with each group would say, "That's a meal. That's a meal. That's a meal. That's a meal." Cher calculated that, for just the Red La Soda alone, we got 1,275 lbs of potatoes out of one 100 lbs sack. And we planted two more varieties. How lucky we are to have such a generous source of creation as soil––if you're ever looking for wonder, the garden is a pretty excellent place to find it.- Jesse.
