Picking produce early in the morning for market is a joy. Is there anything more tranquil or beautiful than a snap pea covered with dew? Maybe a squash flower opening at dawn? Or an onion in full bloom? Perhaps the savoy cabbage is the fairest of them all.

Radishes are worth growing for their delicate, butterfly-like flowers. Some radishes have white flowers and others pink or lavender. You could have a wedding and use nothing but vegetable flowers. Huge bouquets of carrot flowers would steal the show for sure. The dogs aren’t impressed with radish flowers. They aren’t impressed with me digging up potatoes either.

I’m happy with the potatoes I dug up today, and hopefully plenty of people will be happy with them too at Bow Little Market tomorrow.

It’s only the end of July and the red alders are starting to drop some leaves. Trees can produce more leaves in the spring than they can support when it gets hot and dry during the summer. And so the extra leaves fall.

It’s early in the morning and I’m cleaning the onions I just pulled out of the ground for today’s Bow Little Market. How do onions do it? How do they make all those thin layers without them sticking together? How do they make that last thin skin? With what fine brush do they paint the thin green lines on their white flesh? And they do it all without any hands. You need to be a gardner, a farmer with their hands in the dirt, to be full of joy and wonder at what a special place we live in this infinite universe.

We’ve sent Voyager more than 20 billion kilometers from earth. We’ve peered far into distant galaxies, and we’ve yet to find another home where onions grow. Our precious earth is a treasure beyond compare. Making sure that for generations to come, people can wonder how an onion grows is something we owe our children, our grandchildren, our great grandchildren, and on and on and on. Nothing is more important than pure air, clean water, soil free of poisons and teaming with life. It’s what keeps us alive and happy.