California Summer
There's something about California summer weather that is unlike anywhere else. Probably due to Hollywood's over saturation of California but everything feels like déjà vu—like you are living in some old movie from the 70s where the sky in tinted aqua teal and old cars line the streets. Theo and I have been enjoying the fresh summer weather by spending our time in Pacifica. We've been going on Saturday mornings to a community farm where you can volunteer time pulling weeds, harvesting plants, or in Theo's case, eating strawberries that weren't quite ripe.
It feels so refreshing to feel the dirt, get sweaty and work with your hands. It's funny how determined I was growing up to avoid any sort of blue collar labor work in my career. The irony is thick when I realize I now spend my Saturdays volunteering to dig dirt. Hard work is good for the soul. It has taken 6 years of sitting behind a computer screen to fully appreciate it but I honestly miss working on the Idaho farms. I miss those early mornings where I'd ride my motorcycle, as the sun barely crept over the horizon, to the wheat fields where I'd move sprinkler pipe. These thoughts remind me of an Instagram post I made last summer when we were visiting Idaho.
While I do appreciate the freedom and the huge blessing that my current job is, I'll always revere the lessons I've learned from working on farms and dusty construction sites. Theo may have been born into a good life, but I'm determined to make sure he knows his roots.
Weekly volunteering in the community garden is at least a small step in that direction.
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