I had just had a root canal when I got this text, and I straight up guffawed, out loud. I couldn’t help laughing in spite of the pain.
Lettuce seeds drying on the table. It’s a beautiful day in the garden. Yellow yarrow, red buckwheat.
The Carp flag is for Boy’s Day. John-John loved getting dirt everywhere and then sweeping it up. Well, around, in any case.
A friend gave me a bag of dried fava beans, I planted one in the ground, and Now
John John watching the tree trimmers, fascinated by the heavy equipment and most certainly their TRUCK. As my nose twitches from the pollen raining down.
In the yard. January in California.
The dog barked. “Doh!” he said, excited. He pointed in the direction of the barking. “Ruff, ruff, ruff,” he barked to himself. He was happy.
Birds chirped. “Ba! Ba!” he said, turning and pointing to the tree with the birds in it.
In the garden, knowledge and plants will grow. Mostly hands-off, this Rainbow tomato’s grown since Vanessa Shaushkin gave me the seedling earlier this summer. It’s six feet tall. Should I top it? Never grown one this big. It’s a good omen for John John.