...Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting...
-Dr. Seuss

Sunday, August 3

The Literal Fruits of my Labor


Earlier this summer I decided I wanted a garden. I've never tried to grow a garden before because I've never really been able to keep any plant alive. My thumb is as brown as whatever you can think of that is brown. Still, I really wanted a garden. So, I decided to plant zucchinis, dixie squash, cucumbers, cantaloupe, broccoli, cauliflower, lettuce and purple beans (like green beans). I sewed the seeds indoors and let them grow to little sprouts before turning them loose in the arid and hostile wasteland that is my backyard. After much watering and coaxing and weeding and diligent chasing off of pestilent creatures the backyard has become a verdant oasis. Okay, that is a bit of a stretcher. But, it has finally produced some magic beans which turn green when cooked. There were three beans to be exact, which I shared with Sergei and Alexis (my little sis).

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