Being able to work on a farm has been an insightful and fulfilling opportunity. I work at the farm three days a week, and work the other two days at my other job installing custom picture frames. Some of the tasks I performed at the farm this week included:
- Trellising blackberry canes that were getting a little wild
- Picking blueberries off of the bushes to be sold at various farmers's markets
- Packing CSA boxes
- Cutting sweet potato transplants and then we planted them
- Picking and planting squash
- Driving a tractor
- Picking fingerling potatoes

I am enjoying my time working on the farm, but there are some moments when the sun is hot with no breeze, and it feels uncomfortable to be bent over picking produce or cutting transplants. And it is during those moments that I like to think about the work that will be translated into meals. I am forced to imagine different scenarios where this food might bring people together over a meal, satiate hunger, be used in an offering of hospitality, or simply provide some comfort to the lonely.

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