Yesterday was my first day back in the real world as a worker. I am a worker as a volunteer and only worked a few hours and when I came home I was all buzzed up, I went on a long walk. I cleaned, made plans to cook and quite frankly wore myself out.
When I headed out to find some greens for our dinner I came across a nice little gift from the neighborhood. On the side of the main road, a hand painted sign read, corn and tomatoes. I pulled the car in it's tires crackling on the gravel covered parking lot. The place had several buildings that looked like small barns and a long sloping hill with horses and a goat curiously watching me.
There was a little ice cream stand, a young pretty girl working there showed me over one of the little red barns. Inside corn was piled on a long wooden shelf and fat red tomatoes were piled in a box. I only had five dollars cash on me and bought two ears of corn and three large tomatoes.
The lady of the house told me to buy up the tomatoes, they were the last of the season. The young girl told me to check my corn to make sure it was good, "it's the end of the season, you know." she said. I am new to the area but, I do know on a primal level that things are different this season as am I.
The east coast and I are still falling in love and we are both filled with mystery. I looked out across the landscape, it's rich green trees and big white clouds and am filed with hope as seasons pass.
The young girl told me I could bring food to the horses on the land. I walked around and talked to each horse. A large golden horse put his head against my chest, instant friends.
On the way home I brought my husband to the farm and fed the large golden horse an apple and a granola bar.
Then we came home boiled farm fresh corn, chopped tomatoes and pulled the leaves off fresh cilantro. We made Amy's chipotle black bean burgers into burritos (I can still eat like a Tucsonan sometimes). I then deeply slept covered in a blanket warm in the chill of the coming fall.
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