# 8 summer solstice 2016

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When I first begin to pick peas in the garden I feel like it should be declared a holiday. The moment between bites is such a distinct part of spring and a total enjoyment of the garden. As one friend said it is not about farm to table but garden to mouth.

08 summer 2016.jpgThese things I cherish:
the moment between glances;
stillness beneath sound;
the voice of the unuttered;
the darkness behind the light.
Michael Boiano

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