I'm sitting here eating yams and sweet potatoes purchased from the Farmer's Market last weekend. The colors are brilliant, the taste divine, the food value enormous. I can barely walk through the market without wanting to purchase all the yummy, fresh, in-season and often organic fruits and vegetables on display. That's particularly true during what I call the green leaf season ~ kale, beet greens, baby bok choy, mustard greens and more.
In fact, I just planted lettuce, arugula and beets in my veggie "coffin" in my front yard. (My husband says I need to stop calling it a coffin, even though it looks like one, and start referring to it as a bed to honor the life that flourishes within.) I first had to hack away at a flat-parsley plant that has taken over a third of the box. Planted last summer, it became gigantic when I pulled out the other spent plants and left it as a lone sentinel. Neither winter winds, nor rains, nor the occasional light frost has deterred its commanding growth.
Ah, the tenacity and beauty of life. I love burying my hands in the soil, trimming the plants, harvesting the rewards. My mom also loves the garden as did her mother. It's a lovely trait I've inherited and I'm thankful they've passed it along to me.
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