1! 2! 3! Simple Garden Salsa!
As simple as putting your shoes on (okay, maybe that’s not a good comparison because 80% of the time Ryder still puts his shoes on the wrong feet).
As simple as putting your shoes on (okay, maybe that’s not a good comparison because 80% of the time Ryder still puts his shoes on the wrong feet).
Rory is sitting beside me on the office stool. We are both wagging our heads to some fun spicy summer jazz tunes and admiring the summer sunset, through the window, bathing the freshly cut bright green front lawn (cut on the diagonal, my favorite!). She is “coloring” a hot rod car a bright sizzling red…
Cold dark dirt between my toes, I reach down to grab the earth and let it sift through my fingers. I push the shovel deep into the earth hardened by winter’s storms and flip it over to let the sun and air work its way through every particle. It is gardening time and my soul…