Like Hunting Easter Eggs
Posted on | June 23, 2009 | Comments Off
Last year it was blackberries. But our uphill neighbor, Dr. B, cut back her canes. Almost to the ground. Blackberries next year or the next. But few this year. This year it is strawberries!
It is warm on the hill this evening. Sweetly warm. Short sleeve weather. Gentle warmth. Fragrant warmth. The Meyer lemon tree almost always has an abundance of blossoms. And I can often smell their fragrance when I walk into the yard. This evening it perfumed the air as I checked the garden. Some kind of leaf problem on a couple of the tomatoes.
And I saw a big red strawberry, just smiling and tempting me. If you want to know about the sex appeal of a strawberry, read Michael Pollan‘s book, The Botany of Desire.
I ate the strawberry, walked away to another part of the garden. Came back and hunted for another strawberry. Then another. What a very fine way to end the day.
Mark and Harry came by today. Brought their computers. We connected over our WiFi connection and got a lot of work done. Giggling like schoolgirls. Or like past-middle aged men. Mark doing his genius design work, and Harry shouting aha! frequently as he coded PHP and JavaScript. Doing interesting work with sweet, smart friends.
That is it. Not much else happened. By design.
Walk well. God is love.
