I dig it baby. This is my moment.
And without warning my Car Guru fantasy shifts to thoughts of slipping into and drinking in deep gulps of the swimming pool waiting for us at home…
Introducing our bird, our only inside animal, Bobby Pacino….
You can just call him Pacino. Or Peekaboo. He recently turned six years old and is a really good and loving boy through and through. But he is messy. I mean, he is like a toddler crossed with Animal from the Muppet Show in the middle of a tornado. That kind of messy.
In planning my herbs, veggies, & flowers early this spring, I found a proverb that struck me:
Here are spinach and strawberries in my garden, not theirs. Theirs would not be riddled with grass like this.
It wasn’t really a dead elephant like the grown-ups told us, I remember noticing one day at the ripe old age of maybe six. But danged if it didn’t look like one! This was a turning point. The beginning of my personal enlightenment.
Oh, and if you have your own gardening Grandparents, give them some hugs asap.
still his Eden keeps,
Perennial pleasures plants,
and wholesome harvest reaps.”