This morning's harvest

I have a crazily old-fashioned Saturday routine: drop Emma off at her 8 a.m. ballet class, head to the "cow garden" (thanks to the generosity of friends, we are able to grow a few crops near their cow pasture), hit garage sales, pick Emma up at 9:30, come home, harvest what's ripe in our small front- and backyard gardens, and then parcel out the rest of my day depending on what produce needs to be processed. Domestic, much?

Days like this remind me that all the back-breaking work gardening is worth it, and I am grateful. Now, if anyone needs me, I'll be in the kitchen (and grateful for that work, too!). There are about a dozen zucchinis in the queue ahead of these ones. In an unrelated matter, I deliver.