Weed-y-ness

The weeds are overwhelming. Literally, taking over the beds in my absence. And, emotionally, something that could easily depress a gardener. I remind myself that this is the first year. Just last October this garden was a pasture. The grasses and other prairie plants do not yet know that their home is outside the stockyard fence.

I picked little lettuce leaves and beet sprouts yesterday. The first salad of the season. Our first bowl of Kansas-grown greens.

We live here now. We've eaten joyfully of this earth.

Our work will make it bountiful.