My farming roots

Within me, these roots run both deep and shallow. Deep because I was raised by parents that for the most part of their lives were subsistence farmers, until mountain tourism pulled them out of their misery.

They're also shallow because I never was much of a “green thumb” myself. This said, I tend to our small veggie garden because we love fresh salads and herbs (the only crops that grow reasonably well at Park City's high elevation) but I hate working the soil.

For the past two days, I'm doing just that, toiling to turn the dirt around and get it ready for the growing season. My back cringes, my stamina is clearly not up to the task, but I grit my teeth, do the work and hopefully this physical torture will pay off...

Bon appétit!