This week, Chipmunk mostly stopped napping. So in the late afternoons, instead of working until dinnertime, I’ve closed up shop a bit early.
While his brother sleeps, we go outside and water the plants.
(Or plant more plants, since I’ve developed a bad habit of buying 79 cent perennials every time I go to Target.)
(Or we pick weeds, because they’re sort of everywhere.)
(Or we both scream like tiny, little girls over a slithering black racer heading for cover under the shed.)
(Or we check on our rubbery nasturtiums, the only plants we’ve grown from seeds in empty yogurt containers in a sunny window.)
I’ve never successfully cultivated plants through a hot Florida summer. But this time, with my son’s love for the water hose. We might just make it.
Plus, damn it, I want to use the herbs we’re growing. (Basil, sage, savory, parsley, rosemary and cilantro.)
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