Dear Farm Journal,
Today I moved on to cleaning up greenhouse one. It appears that the fall season ended suddenly and the farmers left the farm. Row covers were ripped and strewn all over. Tools were laying in the middle of rows. Seeders, broad forks, and beer cans were scattered throughout. The front door was frozen shut and the back door was completely off the hinges, laying in the snow, plastic blown out. Beds of spinach, kale, salad mix, and mostly weeds, clung to life with enduring tenacity. I popped a few leaves of spinach in my mouth and thought, among so much chaos on the farm, I am always amidst beauty and goodness that never fails to surprise me.