a sunny saturday. a strawberry farm. the most perfect luscious berries on the earth. i'm reinspired to eat as close to the original source as possible.
a day trip roaming between the small farms around (my new favorite town) crozet, virginia put me in a really good space. the boundaries are marked with honeysuckle-covered fences instead of vague passive-aggressive remarks. there are lots of goats. no one talks about oprah. i'm in heaven.