09/30/2026
🌱 SOMETIMES I NEED A REMINDER OF MY WHY.
It’s 5:30 in the morning. I just got off work, and I’m exhausted, stumbling down the quarter-mile hill to the parking lot. Going down after a shift is always easier than walking up to start one.
My right hip is bothering me. I’m feeling my age. I’m getting out of my work gear and ready to climb into the car when a gentleman parked next to me asks, “Hey, do you sell figs?”
At first, I just nodded yes. It had been a long night.
Then I caught myself. These conversations are part of my why.
So I walked over and introduced myself.
He lives in Santa Rosa, recently joined the Boilermakers union, and just started growing figs—a Brown Turkey and a Kadota. He was looking for more varieties.
As luck would have it, Priscilla brought me some trees to give away this past weekend. I had a TFH-65 Sisters in the car, so I pulled it out and gave it to him.
We got to talking about California Rare Fruit Growers and the OC chapter. As a chapter chair, I always keep a few magazines in the car to share. The one I handed him happened to be last month’s issue—the one I’m in, talking about biochar, figs, and soil.
We talked a little longer about growing food and having something to do with our families after a long day at work. He’s a father with a large family and another baby on the way.
To the gentleman who stopped and asked about figs this morning: thank you. You probably didn’t realize how much I needed that conversation.
Working these long hours away from home, sometimes I lose sight of my why. I love growing food, sharing it with others, and helping somebody get started.
This morning, that meant a conversation in a parking lot, a magazine, and a fig tree headed home to another family. 🌱