Lately I've noticed that when I see things become ripe and ready for use, I almost forget all the time and work that goes into each plant - almost. I become so distracted at the shiny and new offering, it's a mind blowing feeling to walk around the fields and see so many (read: too many) things to eat. Throughout this season I've become lightly obsessed with the method that things grow, the patterns of the plants, and the cycle of plant life and death. When I do get around to thinking of the effort and time spent, it still seems so worth it to have the ability to be in the midst of cooking and go run out to grab exactly what is needed right at that very moment. I know this isn't possible forever, but while the getting's good, it's good.
Shout out to everyone at the EST for making good with nature.