Good morning from Mount Pleasant, Pennsylvania. Late spring is in full swing and I almost have a new kitchen garden ready for planting cucumbers, peas, green beans, tomatoes and some herbs to fill out the edges. The garden is located right off the laundry/kitchen area so I'm hoping that I'll remember to water it when I see it at breakfast every day.
When I was living in Brooklyn in my 20s, I wanted a garden space so badly. The gentlemen living below us had one that they filled up with gnomes. I longed to put a few tomato plants among them. I always thought they'd be happier there with a few tomato friends to talk to -- gnome-on-gnome conversations likely got so boring without some flora and fauna among them. Now, with a simple garden to plant and the time to tend it, I find another source of joy.
Early summer is an idyllic time in this town. People are out and about. Kids are still loud with the brimming energy that they're just now burning off after months in the classroom. Trees are so alive that you can almost hear them growing in the background of living. Days are long and night is shadowed with light. What a moment to be part of growing things.
Rich is downstairs now, his coffee beans tinkling into the grinder. Another day as a blessed hobbit begins.
