Going Away

I have been back from the farm for four days and I am already looking forward to going back in three days. This is typical. I always wish I was at the farm instead of in my inner city apartment.

This next visit will be different, because it will be the last weekend I go to the farm for quite some time. I am moving to Banff for a while. I am not sure how long. It may be I am gone for three months or maybe longer. I keep ticking the time off in my head in terms of gardening. I will miss the garlic as it starts to reach its green tips into the sky. I will miss pruning the raspberries, and liming the patch to prevent cane rot. I will miss turning over the next year's compost, nor will I be able to manure the garden. Fortunately, I am not the only gardener.

I will miss looking for the first snow drops and crocuses. Sugaring the first violets, and then never using them. I will miss seedy Saturday and they may miss the money I spend on oddly coloured varieties of vegetables.

But mostly, I will miss my family and friends.