Enka:ri Farm

During an intimate fireside gathering with friends toasting champagne to each others’ accomplishments, our hostess asks me if I need a pitchfork. Well I have one, but one can hardly have too many pitchforks. She leaves the room, goes up and down stairs, passes through again saying, “I’ve had this one set aside for you,” eventually returning with fork, ribbon, and a dibbler, which she bowtie bundles before handing over to me. The others chuckle and tease that the fork comes ‘dirt included,’ but I’m touched; this gift is just my style. The gesture says my friend was thinking of me, wanting to contribute to my new endeavor; the tool tells me she knows and respects my appreciation for thrift and utility; the intact dirt speaks to her comfort with my unconventionality. Thank you dear friend!