Since I arrived in New York, I've made a habit of calling my mother once a week to give her updates on how I'm doing. It was during our last phone call that she said in a worried voice, "Honey, it doesn't sound like you are enjoying yourself very much". Her words struck me as I hadn't realized that I'd been giving her that impression. However, looking back I can definitely see why she said that. I'd just completed a week of weeding raised garden boxes of herbs, planting blueberries, and mulching around newly planted trees in a humid ninety degree heat. To add to this, my arms and chest were all covered in a massive heat rash which left me scratching at my skin like a flea-ridden dog. I can only imagine what it must have sounded like as I talked about my situation. I quickly responded by telling her that everything was great, but when we finished our conversation I wondered, "Do I enjoy farming?" The Merriam-Webster dict
by Sensei Alex Kakuyo