Praise the Swiss chard, as long as my arm, its stalks bright and rainbowed in red, yellow, green, its leaves fanning boldly from the baskets. Praise the people who came by to gush at them, to ask their name, as they sat on my office table displacing books and papers and one more manila file. Praise these simple images of abundance. Praise deep green and light green and feathery cress that peppers the tongue. Praise farmers and soil and hands that cut leaves from the ground so that we may eat, so that we may revel in the promise of a new season, so that we may imagine the many things we will cook.
April 1, 2015