aside from sugar snap peas, this was the first real
harvest from the container garden on our roof.

also noted on this day:
i heard very recently, and i can’t for the life of me
remember where, something along the lines of:
if you can’t find what is special and beautiful in
the world around you, when it is laid out before
your eyes, how can you possibly expect to find
what is special and beautiful within you, when it
is often hidden?