when the rigors of life a city starts to tax me, i often think of living in the woods with simple tools and a simpler way of life. although the work is no less taxing, i find it to be inherently more rewarding than the work i have done in cities for the past decade. when brian asked me to join him on the farm in the beginning of the season, i was admittedly reluctant, having never grown a vegetable in my life. it was a true test for me: living a life that i had been longing for (one that was inclusive of growing my own food). as it turns out, i can build, haul, saw, chop AND grow.
perhaps this life in the woods is not so far out of reach… the true question remains, however, how does one balance love of the city with longing for the country?