All you can see is dirt

Written By Kasandra Reid

All You Can See Is Dirt

March Miles for Vermont Update

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Usually I fare okay with the false spring.

Those handful of days that trick you into thinking you’ve made it, when it’s only March, and really the longest month is still ahead. I know it’s too soon to put away the winter jackets. I know better than to trust 60 degrees in Vermont like it means anything permanent.

But this year, it got me.

The warm air, after such a cold winter, thawed out a happiness I hadn’t felt in weeks, and I thought: ah, I’ve made it.

And then the cold returned.

March has felt infinitely longer than February.

I had a really interesting conversation with someone over coffee the other week. I told her I felt like I was working so hard, but not really seeing anything from it yet. She said it sounded like the difference between farming and hunting. With hunting, you go out and get something. There’s proof. Immediate. Tangible.

Farming is different.

You plant the seeds. You tend to them. You wait. And for a while, it looks like nothing is happening at all.

I’ve been thinking about that a lot this month.

Because March feels like farming, although until it was framed this way, I’ll admit I was mostly just feeling pretty dreary.

It feels like showing up when it’s cold again. Like lacing up when the only motivation is the intrinsic kind, no warm sunshine helping us this time of year. Like doing the work without the reassurance that it’s working. Not the beginning, where everything feels possible, or the moments of connection, where everything feels supported.

But this middle stretch.

Where you have to believe in something that hasn’t materialized yet.

I watched Artemis II launch tonight and found myself unexpectedly emotional.

Part of it was the timing, how long something can be in the works before you ever see it.

And the fact that there’s a woman onboard. That too.

The work is taking root, even when all you can see is dirt.

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