Maters and such

Today I started the seeds that will be the spring tomatoes we sell this year. So that means if all goes well the little dried bits of seeds should be in someone's salad, or on a sammich, or in some kinda sauce by as early as the end of may. Wow, that's cool. I started helping someone make dinner 4 and a half months in advance. I started about 300 tomatoes today. I'm going to seed peppers, and a few herbs tomorrow. Today I kicked back under the trees with one of my co-workers, both of us filthy from planting, tired as hell from moving tables, but he just looked over at me and smiled and said, damn, I still can't believe we get paid to do this. We just sat and looked at the blue sky for a long time after that. I bitch about my job, but I still have days when I can't believe how lucky I am, how far I've come, and that they pay me to do what I do. The days when I'm just out working with the guys, digging or moving things are the times I feel the best. I was born and raised for hard work, my body knows it, and needs it. My hands were a combination of dirt, blood and mud by the end of the day, but it felt good. So the next time you reach for that nice fresh veggie down there in the crisper, know that some poor tired heifer like me probably planted it, and was probably happy to do so.