…only, it’s the middle of the night.
I’m dreaming about sundried tomatoes. Nicole’s homemade pesto. Guacamole. Corn. Margaritas. Benny’s homemade biscuits with apple butter. Heirloom tomatoes. Peaches. Strawberries.
I think it is a good starting point for my garden when I get back home. Except for the margaritas, which the local Mexican joint will have to grow for me.
I went to a talk about organic farming this past Sunday. The speaker was from Navdanya, an organic farm here in Rishikesh and he talked about organic farming as a forefront in doing our part to take care of the planet. Then, a few days ago, a vibrant girl from my teacher training gave a workshop on environmentalism & yoga which, by the end of the hour, had me outside hugging a tree and crying. Supppper hippie, level up!