Am I alone in looking at a space and seeing the completion without seeing the work it will take to get there? I don't see the 100+ hours of planting strawberries; I see the field filled with families picking, with children tasting their first truly field ripe berry, and the cash generated to pay my staff. I see the house on the market and selling quickly; I don't see the endless car loads of stuff spread across friend's basements and spare bedrooms, the five charities who declined to come pick up the usable items remaining, the parade of craigslist curb alerts for furniture and items that don't fit my life any more.
All of which is to say that I'm still moving, I'm still a few loads away from being done, and I'm still putting seedlings in the field, seeds into trays and watering the lettuce by hand twice a day because I haven't found the top of the tripod sprinkler that spiraled itself off the stand and into the field two weeks ago.
But I did harvest a gorgeous batch of purple snow peas. So something has gone right.
