Having a week off work reminds me how much I need nature. Spending my days as outside as possible, coming in filthy and achy and so, so happy. Prepping beds, scouting future forages, planning projects. I feel the tightness and warmth in my face from the wind and sun, have a huge sticky smear on my arm from testing poplar buds, and my hair is a wind-swept mess. If I didn’t love the vision of my work so much, I’d question my sanity for sticking with a desk job for so many years.