I don't have a recipe for you. Instead, I have a preserved memory for my friends and for myself, but perhaps, I have a seed for you too. Maybe there's an epic seafood boil in your future.
This trip and these photos were from a different time, but I wanted to preserve them, wanted to share them here. Just like everything on this blog, they were part of my story, just as a new navigation is also part of my story.
As the nights grow cooler, the sun sets earlier, and a new season teases its approach, I want to remember the intention I felt this spring. I want to savor the current and coming season, to appreciate the beautiful, incremental, wild moments. The epic changes, both within and outside me.
If you want to learn the definition of resilience, shadow an old farmer. Shake his hand. Listen to the boom of his voice. Follow his gaze. If you want to see the definition of fearlessness, attempt to keep up with that old farmer. If you want to bear witness to your own limits and timidity, attempt to help that farmer. That's exactly what I did this past fall when I helped with a cranberry harvest.