09/16/2020
Farm Therapy: I loved cracking open these papery pods, releasing the shiny weight of a cool white bean. Turn up the sound to treat yourself to some farm ASMR 🌱.
The French tarbais beans we pushed into the warm earth sprouted during the first month of our shelter-in-place. It took 3 tries, but we finally got a handful of seeds to release their heart-shaped leaves in April. The vines twirled up our tall corn during the spring and summer of discontent, their dance unseen as our hearts were heavy with a pandemic and the killing of our brothers and sisters.
In August they grew heavy with leaves and pods, bowing the tall corn stalks into graceful arches, drying both the corn cobs and the bean pods in our summer heat wave. I barely noticed as I hastily watered our garden in the early hours of those 105-degree days. In their final weeks on the vine, the swollen beige pods collected a fine dusting of September wildfire ash that floated from the other side of the mountains.
This is the miracle of our food. Nature is so generous, so beautiful, so tenacious in giving us gifts. Even when all seems apocalyptic.
What seeds of hope will we plant now during this election season, to nurture hope and life and a way forward, to harvest in months from now? Vote, and vote for the candidates that will bring us together, who will work to preserve the miracle of our earth and our loved ones.
As Annie Nothoff wrote, “We desperately need a president and vice president who understand the urgency and seriousness of climate change and have concrete plans for action. Joe Biden and Kamala Harris are those leaders.” Vote.
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