More rubies under the vines. I made a cold, curried sweet potato soup that was pungent and redolent of New York. How incredible to eat food that is two minutes from the earth.
And now we've had the first rain after 32 days. Thank heavens I put the rye seed in today. As I pushed the seeder back and forth I thought of the first time I saw anyone plow a garden. It was Daddy Ralph plowing with a recalcitrant mule. DR was not a farm boy. He was a chemist and the mule knew it. Still, I remember the smell of the morning and I remember Mimi coming to get me so that I would not hear the interesting language DR was using with the mule.
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