I get it!
I had a berry good day
I never imagined that teasing John about his new gardening hobby could be so sweet and satisfying…as in sweet, tasty fruit.
Prior to this, it was mostly making fun of his FarmVille habit, but these days, I’m shutting up. It turns out I am enjoying working alongside him in the evenings. We don’t do much…a little watering, a little weeding, maybe some pruning. Then we sit down and wait for the lightning bugs to come out.
Mostly, we just enjoy the silence between us. Except for the occasional frog croaking.
Who knew so much could be said with a smile or a look.
Otis, gardening, and the essential elements
The dog peed on John’s watermelon plant this morning.
The conversation that followed in the car on the way to Mass can best be described as hilariously combative. First, he was incensed at the dog. Second, it’s pretty bad form to go to Mass pissed off. About a plant. It was more resignation at the puppy’s antics than real annoyance. Until he decided to get ridiculous about adding a fence to the garden. Then I got annoyed.
Then, he pulled out a nuclear weapon.
The weapon? My friend Margaret Rose Realy.
Really.
Well, actually, her book. Somebody’s been secretly reading A Garden of Visible Prayer and using Margaret’s master gardening experience against me! The nerve!
We need to define the garden, he says. We need essential elements.
Seriously? I just want a nice, quiet, peaceful place.
Oh. Wait. He’s been creating that all this time.
Keep reading, dear.