Behind the Garden Walls
Aug. 1, 2008
Midsummer
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The tomatoes have withered, all but one, victim to some virus. The cucumbers are dropping their blossoms, no fruit. I try to plant seeds to fill bare spots in the garden, but something roots around in the garden in the night, and the soil, so sandy, is all mixed up. But the sunflowers grow with gusto, and the pole beans are blooming purple. Morning glories are climbing, preparing blooms. The days are long, and I can almost see things grow from the beginning of the day to its end. Our days seem to grow longer indoors too. Suddenly there is time again to read to the children. Time to gather and read a chapter of this school book, a Bible story, a picture book. I feel like I get a little part of myself back. I have missed this. The children asks, Why does the story sound more interesting when you read it, Mommy? The littlest ones are in the delectable ages. Cute, happy, busy. They play around each other and with each other. They show marvelous acts of unselfishness and giving.... how special, I think, to have a twin.... and then they grab and fight and pout.... I walk in the mornings, exploring a new road. Pine stands, birches, many deer. Wild flowers, morning mists. Fields full of grain, fields lying fallow. I glimpse Intermediate Lake here and there, but two miles down the road she is right by the road, clear water stretching out in the morning. Vacation homes with cute names. Other people, walking. In my mind, they are all on vacation. For an hour, so am I. |
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