Starting to Write
"I could eat alphabet soup and shit better lyrics then that." - Johny Mercer.
|On Saturday, I broke my daughters heart. On Sunday, I mended it.
While outside playing with her brothers, she got it into her head that we should revive our vegetable garden. Four 4 x 1 raised beds that had once thrived, but, since my Wife's sickness had taken a turn for the worse, had heard the call of the wild.
Wifey and the boys were roped in, and they scraped out a bare patch of about 30 cms. My daughter repeatedly asked me to join in, but I was too busy working elsewhere on the farm cutting wood to size and also downloading Stuart Little from itunes store for "Movie Night".
That night, my wife and I had a little fight, and she told me how my daughter had gotten depressed and decided she didn't want to work on the garden anymore after my refusal of help.
Yes, I felt a twinge of guilt.
So, the next morning, before breakfast or coffee, I told her I was ready to help and out I went. I didn't stop until 5pm.
My daughters spirits soared throughout the day as we worked together on rucking out dirt, weeds, grass, adding compost, fixing rabbit-proof fences, and planting sugar snaps and snow peas. It's winter here, but these should grow well.
The vegetables and the garden will grow well under my daughters care, and I think I will too.