Melanie sat with Amy on the picnic tables outside during lunch. She opened her container of home-made rhubarb pie she’d gotten up extra early to bake this morning. She’d used freshly cut rhubarbs from her garden, making the pie from scratch. It was so rewarding to cook and bake using things grown from her own two hands. Melanie felt that food was something personal and everything she grew, she grew with love. Her mother had always told her that one should always be mindful of good and bad energies. Food full of good energy was always healing for the soul. It was another reason Melanie hated it when her father bought groceries that weren’t from farmers markets but rather from suppliers where things were mass produced with a single objective: to make a profit. Foods full of harmful pesticide
