The wild

wildI’m going to miss the wild, those seemingly-forgotten lots and plots and untended slivers of land that thrive and prosper with nature’s loose hand. I’m going to miss the heartbeat of a thousand tiny organisms and seeds of possibility expressing themselves with agility. I’m going to miss the sun’s situations and natural order without repressive rules and borders. I’m going to miss the child inside me who comes alive in the fading, threatened wild. (For more on land conservation, see The Question That Made Me Stop in My Tracks in the June chapter of Food for My Daughters.)