March 21

short update to say I accidentally grew very attached to a temporary home! I leave my first farm this week, along with routines of harvesting rainbow chard, people watching at the crane bar, and being ominously stared at by the sheep on my little walk to the bus stop.
in april i head to a farm in county offaly, which everyone in galway keeps telling me has nothing but bogs, though i feel pretty good about that too.

my ode to rainbow chard:

barefoot in the glasshouse
toward the chard first
rainbow bouquet held in my fist
break for tea
snap the spinach, snip the parsley
some for delivery, some for lunch
some understanding growing between me and the leaves