"I know! We have so much food!"
It's late afternoon where the sun is just beginning to set behind the valley we live in. Just the top of the mountains and the cotton candy clouds are kissed by the last rays of light. Perusing the garden with Gio, we stand among all of the veggies that have been planted over the last few months. Tatsoi, romaine, arugula, daikon radish, beets, mustard, kale, chard, tomato, fennel, cilantro, taro, sweet potato, spinach, and broccoli are just a few of the varieties that have been planted in the garden. Encompassing six or so terraces, it's enough greens and veggies to feed four people comfortably plus enough to give away as a small omiyage (a gift) to friends or someone in need of fresh food. We estimate that at least eighty percent of our food comes from the garden.
Picking greens, I start laughing. Gio looks at me in confusion, "what's up?"
"Dude, we are so rich!"
Gio smiles, "I know, we are so rich."
It's an idea that we've been playing around with the last few days. We don't own fancy things, most of our appliances are held together with duct tape, and the chairs we sit in are releasing their stuffing like a well loved teddy bear. To many, we probably look like bridge trolls since we essentially live underneath someones deck.
However, it would be hard to put a price on the veggies and fruits that we grow. What's the price of a thirty pound guacamole of the freshest avocados worth? Especially when you have to finish it because you have to make another thirty pound guacamole before the avocados go bad. What's five gallons of tangelo (a tangerine and orange hybrid) juice worth, and what's a five gallon bucket stuffed with the freshest greens worth for a salad?
Many might disregard it for the latest fashion but I think it would be hard to put a price on it. Maybe being rich should be something more then fancy dinners and hotels, but more of the simple things that make you and others feel good. It's a different kind of rich.
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