Christopher's slurping from the side of a green melon as I get up from my lunch time resting spot in the orchard. He's gnawing on it from the side, looking out over the youth farmer gardens.
"Is that melon from your garden?" I ask.
"Yeah, it is!"
"Sweet, that's awesome." He nods, keeps gnawing, looking kind of unsatisfied. It looks a little underripe from the deep green of the exterior. I was headed back to the picnic tables to start getting ready for the afternoon's projects, but I decide to linger for a bit.Read More