Let's Go...Fruit-Picking?

            I’ll admit, I was skeptical starting out working in an office for the summer. I have always held the months of June, July, and August absolutely sacrosanct – reserved exclusively for feeling my skin bake brown in the sun and squidgying my toes in the grass. The past two summers, I worked on a vegetable and flower farm; I had calluses on my hands and dirt under my fingers from shucking countless ears of corn and picking basket after basket of tomatoes. It will be no surprise to find that for my first few weeks in the Let’s Go office, I found life in front of a computer, smelling stale coffee and leftover Indian takeout, to be so sterile, so unnatural, so jarring after gathering bouquets of basil and shoving my nose in them just because they smelled so good, after feeling, with eminent satisfaction, the earth give way as a big, fat red onion gets pulled up. I didn’t want to be in an air-conditioned building, staring down at the hazy brick sidewalks of Harvard Square; there are few things I could think of that I wanted to be doing less than vainly searching Google for postage rates of aerogrammes to Australia.