These last two Sundays I've biked out (9 miles?!) to this little place, Scratch farm. Harvesting fresh herbs, carrots, leeks and sweet potatoes with all of these lovely people and I forgot I was even doing work. We share lunch together kindergarten fashion ("I'll trade two biscuits for some of your oatmeal") and have all sorts of conversation. It's been so wonderful -- each bike ride home I've been in some cerebral state of bliss with the sunset in the background and a me covered in dirt.