The calendar says early April, but garden activity has felt three weeks ahead of the actual date for all of 2015. In December, I assumed that I’d transplant young flower starts outside in mid-April, not wanting to shock the small delphiniums, hollyhock, snapdragons, sunflowers, and calendula. Anticipating cold nights, I also ordered plastic row cover for most of the raised beds, wanting to protect edibles like beets, broccoli, and salad greens, from any freezing nighttime temperatures. And yet, I’ve already removed the plastic covers from all the raised beds and the small flowers were transplanted outside over a month ago. Though Portland’s weather appears to have normalized (with high 50s and some rain perpetually in the forecast), February and much of March were warm and relatively dry.
A few weekends ago, I sat at brunch, my husband to my right, two friends across from us, forks dipping into eggs Benedict and quiche, a kale salad nudged to the middle for easier sharing. Despite the restaurant’s proud declarations of supporting local farmers, the eggs in the breakfast dishes were almost assuredly less than ideally sourced, a constant dilemma anytime I go out to eat. A bag of Soylent powder lay beside me, its hotel-shampoo-sized oil container resting next to it. Our brunch conversation had started with work and life updates, before transitioning into a passionate discussion about accountability in food non-profits and “healthy eating” initiatives, with one friend providing her thoughts from a medical perspective. The conversation felt rewarding and stimulating, if a bit esoteric, until her husband chimed in with a sobering thought about these food initiatives: “People don’t care. Maybe 2% of people care. That’s it.”
Each day I face a dilemma sometime between the hours of 11:30 and 1:00. Lunch. There are days when I practically itch to get out of the house; on those weekdays, I use lunch as a significant motivator to finish projects in the morning and as a way to gain steam for the afternoon. We’ve adopted several out-to-eat lunch routines that include walking down Burnside to eat at AND Cafe or hopping over to Bollywood Theater on Division.