November 2, 2015
And just like that, I'm done. Over cheese and crackers, soup and salad, and a few bottles of wine, I hand off to the next generation. The binder full of colored pencil planting records, meticulously started every season and abandoned somewhere between June and July. The seed and start orders. The grant applications. The lists of volunteer drivers. The produce donation records. The expense records and volunteer hour sheets. The scruffy old Trader Joe's bag that has been filling up in my office for the last 10 years or so is now going to sit by someone else's desk. Grin.