Feverish Gardens and Being Human

Summer is peaking here in Portland and our sustained 90+ degree days have been fueling all these hot crops I never use to succeed with back when I lived on the Humboldt Coast.

Just brought in a beautiful little crop of potatoes too.

I know the time I spend growing food could be traded for enough money to buy all this food from the store many times over (well, maybe not the tomatoes), but growing food brings me sanity, comfort, and meaning, which often feel in short supply in this modern life.

My garden is my sanctuary and place of respite, and reminds me that we can meet our own human needs when we have access to the resources, like land, that should be held in common and held sacred.

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