Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Truth Comes Out

Here's a true confession for you: I have come to the conclusion that I mostly garden for the beauty. And maybe a little for the challenge that it poses, along with the resulting triumph.

But the food? Eh.

I mean, I love the food. Well, most of it I love. Some of it I just like. I can appreciate it, that's for sure. But the eating of the food is not my top motivator. The gazing upon the lovely of the food is.

Weird, huh?

I was almost embarrassed to realize the truth of it all. But when you pick two zucchinis in two days with no real intention of eating them, reality has come a'calling.

Not to worry, though. I am and forevermore will remain 75% herbivore/25% carnivore. I'm not about to forsake my greens.

I wouldn't even be in this predicament if vegetation wasn't so blisteringly beautiful.

So yes, these are the kinds of thoughts that consume me daily.

Especially when Calvin and Ruby are in Ohio for No Parents Allowed week.

You didn't get the memo?

I had it in my head that Silas had the High Maintenance title locked down, but as it turns out, it has been quite a placid and relaxing day.

I've had moments of quiet which afforded me the opportunity to ponder the degree of my love for red leaf lettuce and the like.

I took a nap.

I swept the floor and only one set of little feet trampled the dirt pile. (And Lordy, are his feet ever cute. His toes appear to be part amphibious, and no, that is not a veiled Darwin shout-out.)

For the next 2 days I will putter around, practicing with the real camera in low light -- because I'm that relaxed, doggone it.

I may even read a little.

Calvin and Ruby will call from the safety that temporary out-of-state residence affords them and giggle as they tell me about all of the candy they have eaten and how late they stayed up.

I'll pretend to be aghast and dismayed, then I'll tell them that I love them, but I will not tell them that I miss them, even though I do.

Missing is contagious, you know.

I am so thankful for this 100% Cotton, extra-breathable Summer. There is time for scurrying around and overexertion, but if I know anything at all, I know this is not it.