Tiny Harvest
I had a long-ass day at work today. Ever since the flood, my boss and I have been desk-to-desk, but we're not seeing eye-to-eye. The move has brought us closer together, and (alas) further apart. Bosses are like mother-in-laws. She bit off my head right when I walked in the door this morning and then it was the silent treatment the rest of the day. Which I don't mind, except she's right there. All silently up in my grill.
And if it were the dead of winter, I'd probably still be obsessing over it in the dark in my little room. But all I had to do today was hop on my trusty bike and ride ten minutes to be a million miles away.
Look what I found ripe and ready and waiting to be plucked in my garden!:
OK, so it was only one or two that were ready to be plucked. But when they're ready to be plucked, they have to be plucked...
And my neighbor Rita cut some basil for me. It was a tiny harvest...
But then sometimes all you need, as Raymond Carver put it in his famous story, is a "small, good thing." Or two.
A perfect example of that saying, "Gardening is good for the soul...." Hopefully the flood damage will be repaired quickly and the mother-in-law will be back in the dragon's lair again!
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Looks like a salade des tomates provençale waiting to happen! May there be many more this summer, and may the damage be repaired and you back where you should be and she out of your grill.
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