Visit a local farm.

“Get to the farm. It’s early for me but late in farm time. Look out see the green and different colours. Can already feel the slowness of it all. Everything synchronised with everything else. I’m wearing the wrong shoes. My feet are wet to the socks. I’m a novice here. I’m used to sitting behind a computer. But I want to do things with my hands. Now I’m on a farm. And I like it already.”

“We walk past the sunflowers, they’re big and yellow and used as cover crop. They protect the crops underneath. There’s rows of cabbage of kale of amaranth of garlic of cucumbers. Things I’ve seen in the store but never knew how they grew. I don’t like that disconnect. Between what’s on my plate and where it started. I find out today’s a special day. Garlic harvest. A bearded man is digging up a couple of rows already. He planted his own on the farm. The rest of the rows will go to market and local restaurants. Garlic takes seven, eight, nine months to grow. So today’s a special day.”

“The last few days had been pretty wet so the well was filling up fast. We headed down a rough slope almost slipping here and there and finally managed to reach the edge of the well. Oh! Its diameter was unbelievable, my first experience of seeing a conventional well! We found some earthworm pellets here and there. The place had not been tampered with and was as natural as possible. We stayed for a while at the well watching the turtles enjoy a good swim on a sunny afternoon, and left to see the compost heaps.”