Our minivan's contents now spill across the living room, and everyone feels out-of-sorts (especially the mother). I leave everything and run barefoot to the vegetable garden.
|Neck Deep in Tomatoes|
Something about growing things, something about the smell of the earth, the berries, and the vegetables reassures me. We'll settle in, find order and rhythm, and harvest the fruit of a long, hot summer.
Journal: What's so good about coming home?