Wouldn’t you cry too?
On Wednesday, after work, I went into the old greenhouse with my small stash of shallots and I started crying. Sobbing, nearly.
YES: me, hard-headed, tough-as-nails, rationalist, non-sentimental ME, brought to tears by the emergence of the first fava beans, by the gorgeousness of the lettuces, by the thin little green waving sprouts of leek and onion.
I cannot tell you if it was merely something hormonal, but I can tell you this: these greenhouses have changed my life, have changed our lives, and not just our food lives. If ever I can convince you to get a greenhouse of your own, please remember this post: remember me sniffling as I tried to harvest our dinner salad! Blinded with tears! Oh, the joy.
Red Sails embracing Green Grand Rapids lettuce