In all of the hustle and bustle of daily life, it is a challenge to find time to slow down and smell the roses. I have written here of my restless pursuit of projects around the farm and my frustrations of always feeling behind in my work. Part of that comes from the fact that my part-time hobby doesn't take into account that weeds grow and things fall apart around here at a full-time pace. The rest of it is just my naturally ardent nature.








There is one sight that breaks my stride at least once per day and causes me to stand and reflect with a smile on my face. It may have been late in planting and a bit too weedy in patches, but my garden gives me great pleasure and a sense of accomplishment just the same. There is something so satisfying about seeing those plants spring from the soil and grow big and beautiful before your eyes. When measured against the reward of vegetables for the table and the aesthetic pleasure that it brings, the labor to plant and maintain the garden seems well spent.