Each spring, I start tucking seeds into the soil with purpose. Like many gardeners, I grow food for my family. But in recent years, it’s become more than that.
Today was a bore. Mending day. Fixing buttons, seams, and zippers. My oldest had 7 pairs of jeans with both knees ripped out from one seam to the other that looked straight out of a zombie movie. The youngest had his share, too.
Being a vendor was a top-tier secret goal that I have had ever since college, and it wasn't until the last couple of years that I was able to achieve it.
Conversation easily flowed from one topic to another, opinions were shared and heard, and laughter continually elevated the friendships forming around the table.