Dear Farm Journal,
After a morning of office work, it feels deeply reinvigorating to walk into the warmth of the greenhouse. Stepping inside from brisk winds to a surprisingly more pleasant space causes a marked relaxation in my neck and shoulder muscles. I plant green and purple basil and pac choy. The seeds are so teeny, I occasionally strain to see whether I dropped one into the pod or not. I think back to the overgrown and seeding basil plants I removed last fall, heaping wheelbarrows of fragrance. I glimpse into the chard trays we planted last week, and spy miniature rainbows of new life peeking into the world. I inhale the wholesome smell of the soil and exhale gratefulness and love for new baby plants.