after digging up heaps of goatweed and rescuing every single worm encountered from mutilation in the (slow) process, i had my little plot to sow spinach, radish, and other goodies, nestled between the gooseberry bush and rhubarb. the latter grows at formidable speed and i love boiling a stalk or two in a dash of water and some sugar to make a syrup of sorts, to enjoy with old faithful — turkish yoghurt.
it makes me so happy to be here, nature part of everyday life, fresh food growing right outside the door. but doing these things saddens me as well. i can't keep the ache from surfacing. this should be shared, and there is only one i ever wanted to share with. i don't know how to leave the past behind. it's always right there. and especially today.
