Pale Green Things.

Opal Basil. Hops.

The ability to grow things, no matter how little the amount, that are edible and beautiful will never cease to both amaze and satisfy me. Plucking my own heirloom lettuce for a that day’s sandwich, cutting off basil to make the richest purple pesto and gently tugging free a fat, ripe tomato from it’s vine gives me purpose.