“If someone asked me what I stand for…”  

One of our interns turned to me in the midst of planting garlic. 

“Well, I stand for me. For us. For our way of living.” He chuckled making his point, gesturing at the young apples, pears and elderberries, the cover crop sprouting out of this summer’s potato beds, the pigs at the edge of the stone wall, the deep soil into which we were plunging cloves of garlic.   

“How could someone argue against this?!” 

We returned to our own thoughts, mired in the 95th out of the 150 total pounds of garlic we were planting. It was a simple, methodical task of sinking a short stick into the ground, submerging a garlic clove into the newly made nest, and blanketing it with more soil. As other crops near the end of their season, garlic is just beginning.  

So while consumed in this act of starting something new as the lushness of summer dies back, we were also engaged in conversation of something new. 


stevan-kim pierce
11/17/2011 7:58:46 PM

Great article/comment. You are an inspiration and I thank you for your effort. Bless you all.




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