No more furniture left to move, so I had to get to the dozens of emails (mostly professional emails) I'd been putting off. But not before heading to the organic farm that we'd joined. We went to orientation. We went on a long slow walk on muddy paths. Lovage, spinach, kale, and sage--and a moody, beautiful chicken house where the animals inside seemed to know they weren't going to be slaughtered, and thus were calm and curious, content to be with their kind. Just as the long walk ended, thunder rolled across the field. We went up a ridge to pick radishes when the sky let loose, soaking us. We picked faster and faster. We're still drying out.