Unemployment & The Fruits of Our Labor
Hugh hard at work putting tomatoes through a food mill. Thanks to blankets of water falling from the sky — the fallout of some hurricane brushing past the east coast — we almost never found the house. I was ready to give up — wired and anxious. Two days prior, I’d found myself without a 9 to 5 job for the first time in my adult life and was feeling like I’d washed up from a shipwreck, confused and grieving. Paul and I had driven an hour up the Taconic to find a farm — the dark was falling as fast as