It's a holiday Monday, and we spent part of the morning in the garden, which is to say, I watched while Warren and Iona spent part of their morning in the garden. I do some of my best work that way. The marigolds that were planted for pest control are our best crop, but the tomatoes sprouted a respectable harvest, and we are on to our second lettuce sowing. There may only be a single cucumber on the cucumber vine, but it is one hell of a cucumber.
I think I know why it is that people who garden tend to live longer. Even from a distance, every time a new plant goes in the ground I can feel the hope for the future that goes in with it.
