I started a new job last week after almost two months sabbatical. I’m grateful for the time off and honored for the opportunity before me.
Last Monday, my last untethered day, I visited a local nursery I’ve meant to visit for ages.
And saw some fascinating and strange plants.
With fun names like Elephant’s Foot.
And as the week passed, I haven’t made as many trips to the plot. The tomatoes were patient for me.
I’d thought we were done with spring. Weeks hitting 80 and nights no longer cooling. Broccoli bolting and tomatoes past ready.
This week cooled again. Highs in the 60s, lows in the 40s, and everyone out soaking in the final days before the heat truly takes hold.
Each evening I’d lay on a blanket ten feet from the back door while DH or his amazing mother made dinner. Our daughter would ask me to find bugs, so we’d peer through the grass for ants and pill bugs (or rollie pollies, or as she calls them “doodle buhgs.”)
Today marks the last day of bed rest. She and I are outside examining pebbles and spilling water bottles. DH is planting tomatoes (24 transplants this year, and 14 of them kept their labels!)
“The volunteer dill is doing its job,” he announces. He comes over to help me up and the nearly-four of us trek to the dill. Sure enough.
Hello there, handsome.
plumdirt 