I sort of miss waking up at 5 a.m. to take Henry out and then head up to the farm.
Sleepy eyed and a little out of it I love taking that first sip of coffee. It helps get me through a long day in the fields. Even if that coffee comes from an unhealthy chain. I miss Dunkin Donuts, what can I say!
In a strange way, I miss dirt under my finger nails, knots in my hair, and sore muscles. I even miss the blood, the tears, and the meltdowns that happen while staking tomatoes in 100 degree weather. (Maybe I don’t miss the tomatoes. It’s been too long, but I’m pretty sure I don’t miss that.)
I miss eating 5 star meals every night.
I sort of miss the ugly rain gear, the big hat, and the smell of my hands after harvesting scallions. Better than any perfume on the market.
I do NOT miss driving that van down Route 2.
Or this…….. Numb fingers, toes, nose, ears, mouth, head, arms, legs……..
But I do love looking up from whatever I’m doing to see Taylor drive by on a tractor. It’s nothing magnificent, but I love it.
And I love sharing the farm with my family when they visit. Nothing says “welcome” quite like getting everyone’s hands a little dirty on their vacation.
One more month of freedom, and then we are back to growing food. I can’t tell if I am ready, scared, excited, or what, but it’s right around the corner.