There really is nothing like the taste of food made with homegrown produce. As Tyler and I travelled around the island a few weeks ago we made a stop in at his Aunt + Uncle's home for our final night and were sent packing with loads of tasty, hearty vegetables. They live in a super sweet home on an acreage with horses, a plentiful garden, 2 pups and a new gaggle of baby chickens.
I am by no means a gardener. Though, if you saw my Mom's garden you would think it would be deeply embedded in my genes. As we wandered around Barbara's garden and she handed up red and golden beets pulled straight from the soil I couldn't help but wish that I had acquired this sustenance-providing skill.
Brilliant chard, plump carrots, tomatoes of all sizes, fragrant basil, butternut + spaghetti squash all but overflowed from the basket we carried proudly home. The best was a braided rope of homegrown and dried garlic that will last us until early spring. I would love to be able to live off healthy, fresh and tasty food that I grew myself. I hope one day it's a skill I can literally cultivate.
Though my roots are planted in the city at the moment, I regularly daydream about life away from the hustle bustle. I love the quiet, the wildness and the self-sustaining nature of life away from it all. Barbara and Bjorn's house is far from being in 'the back and beyond', but it's just far enough away to experience that unique kind of calm.
What a fun stay in a really magical place.