The day begins with dirt. My fingernails converse with the soil of the two different gardens these days- the community garden down the street as well as our backyard castle garden. After spending an hour weeding, newspapering, and covering the community garden plot, I harvested the richly-scented purple basil and some lettuce leaves.
We planted later than usual this spring, which means that the joy of watching seeds sprout, blossom, and bloom is at its peak right now. So many little faces and hands emerging from the ground- so much action in and under the ground....
Look at this pretty purple onion!
Milla spent the morning explaining how the squash flower "hides when Daddy comes home because she don't the 'skitos". Apart from being captivated by the plants, Milla seems to have a good handle on the concept of causation- though the specifics sound sketchy sometimes. Why didn't she assume that the squash flower hides from Daddy since these events are coterminous?
Good morning to you as well, lovely Lemon verbena. Your scent is charming us back into the warm, wet soil for another sniff. The epistemology of life lived between weeds and seeds suits me quite well these days.