A Mother’s Work is Never Done
Lately, I’ve been spending more time with vegetables than I have with people. Braiding onions – the tangled hair on the little girls I never had… Lining up Yukon Gold potatoes – more than an Irish Catholic mother’s brood… Babying the volunteer turnip plants that have sprouted up, as though they were orphans needing adoption… And squishing gangs of squash bugs with my bare hands, like a mother fending off bullies to protect her darling baby butternuts…
Gardening is a great companion activity to blogging. It gets me out of my mind and into the mud. Or is it the other way around?
August 22nd, 2005 10:18 am
Oh, it could go either way, couldn’t it? But both are worthwhile activities; one is good for the body and soul and the other is good for the mind (and the soul too). So you can’t go wrong with either!
August 22nd, 2005 10:54 am
i have decided that you need to have some kind of harvest blogging party with all of those vegetables…you can make a big ole pot of blogger stew and we will all come and eat your fresh veggies!!! hehe
August 22nd, 2005 5:56 pm
I think Lu has a good idea….when will it be??
August 22nd, 2005 10:52 pm
Love the interchangeability of mind and mud. My community garden plot helped me keep my sanity, especially during long marathon proposals. Mud is communion.
August 23rd, 2005 1:47 am
I adore your garden stories.
August 25th, 2005 5:00 am
This little piece SO makes me wish I were a halfway decent gardener.
Lovely.