When I agreed to go on a trip with my mom’s business to help her out with a trade show, I knew I wouldn’t see much of the city. Working 10-hour days meant I’d see slivers of big city life in the evenings. But still. I’d never been to New York before so I imagined that any tiny experience – a sidewalk full of people, a deli sandwich, an interaction with a native New Yorker at the airport – would be something.

And it was. So much so that last week, even after I got home, I didn’t think about growing things at all. Is this what travel is like, now that I’m in my 40s? In the future I’ll have to plan for a couple of days for unpremeditated couch naps and laundry shoveling.

During the two weeks while I’ve been away, the harvest has started in earnest. We’re eating broccoli raab leaves and tatsoi thinnings from the garden. Just yesterday, Chie gifted me some of the first tender radishes and tiny salad turnips from the co-op.

Soon there will be more. While I catch up with it, here are a few more photos.