The farm today is looking tired and dry. Our little half-acre plot has produced a ton of food (literally) and even the weeds seem to have now lost the energy to grow. Today we harvested 16 lbs of produce—a far cry from the triple-digit mid-week harvests of a month ago. And yet, finding six squash under the brittle leaves, and gathering up the handfuls of bright red tomatoes, bursting with juice, I’m reminded that each and every vegetable is its own miracle. Sometimes it seems it is the leaner seasons, the drier days that make us recognize life is a gift not to be taken for granted.