Walking into our main greenhouse is like walking into a thriving rainforest. Unlike the outside, the soil is always moist from the sprinkler system, and the first set of tomatoes is beginning to ripen. It feels alive in there.
Around this time, Queen Anne’s Lace and many other wild flowers begin to pop up admidst the summer grasses. They’ll always remind me of summers here, of running through the fields with my siblings and bringing bouquets into my mom.
Farm work this week. College orientation over the weekend. Crazy week after that. And then it’ll be July. (How does time even fly this fast?)
College college college. Everything seems to center around that lately. Move-in dates, classes (I’m already registered – yay!), and dorm room. Oh yeah – dorm room. This is going be extremely interesting. Yesterday I started to pack up my winter clothes (I won’t need them till mid-fall anyhow), as well as my fall ones. Thank goodness I’m going to be close to home – I have enough stuff that I don’t know how I’d bring several seasons worth of clothes and other necessities with me.
If you think it’s early for me to be packing up some of the stuff, then you’d better think again. I have no idea how I accumulated this much junk over the past 17 years.
I promise once fall hits I’ll stop rambling about college. Because then I’ll be IN college, and I’ll post about other things.
My friend J and I were discussing how we’ve introduced each other to different things. I’ve gotten her addicted to beading and photography. She’s gotten me addicted to tea. I, in turn, have gotten her addicted to loose-leaf tea.
There’s this lovely little tea shoppe in the city where we go to for farmers market. I love it. The aroma as you walk in is like walking into a thousand scented stories. Behind the counter are shelves – they’re lined with jars of loose-leaf tea. The rest of the shop is full of linens and a variety of sweets and coffees. It’s one of those gems that you have to *discover* to find. If any of you come visit me during college, I’m taking you there. (Unless you dislike tea, in which case that would be pointless.)
It’s becoming a ritual. In the mornings, I stumble out of bed, throw my hair into as best a ponytail I can manage (hey, this girl has really short hair), and go down the stairs to put on the hot water. There’s something beautiful about making loose-leaf tea – carefully pouring a small handful of tea leaves into a strainer, being careful not to waste any. Pouring the water into a deceptively large teapot over the said leaves, and waiting for it to brew.
It makes me take a few minutes to reflect on my day. It helps me relax in the crazy mornings, and fall asleep at night. I’m addicted, in a good way.