A four line poem about: pride.
We started working in the greenhouse this morning, seeding up a few flats of onions, leeks, thyme, and rosemary. Then this evening we went for dinner at the Sonora Room Restaurant, the place we've been selling our produce to the last couple of years.
They've just opened up again after being closed for a couple of months for their winter break. The food was fantastic and we felt like we were welcomed back like family.
It's been a pleasant, farming kind of day.
Just this one time,
For the sake of our goal,
I'll ball it up tightAnd swallow it whole.