It’s not the cropping and the harvesting that makes me happy, but the caring
We are heavy into harvest time, and I am eating homegrown beans, peas, lettuces, radishes, potatoes, chards and orache. The tomatoes are in flower. I have a vase of calendula in my kitchen, the sweet peas are budding and the nasturtiums spreading. The amaranth is shooting, while the sunflowers are throwing shade.
And of course this makes me happy. I want to believe I am good at it, but honestly the harvest isn’t the thing. I am not saying I am averse to the hunter-gatherer-farmer swagger, spreading out my haul like a neanderthal shouldering a deer.