Also, I'm thinking about chickens and how to keep them happy. I'm overwhelmed by hot summer days, solo with a four-and-a-half-year-old. I'm growing a lot of beans. I feel pride in the celery, which is a crop no one else likes because I'm not blanching it by hiding it from the sun. I make jam.
Even ten years ago, when I was just getting back from New York, I never would have guessed I'd be here now. Back then, I thought I'd be in publishing somehow forever. These days, I care about children's books, but my energy is used in the garden and the kitchen. I still haven't figured out how this changes me, but I'm different lately.