“The first gatherings of the garden in May of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby – how could anything so beautiful be mine. And this emotion of wonder filled me for each vegetable as it was gathered every year. There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.”
~ Alice B. Toklas
We are basking in the glory of relatively warm temperatures–yesterday we reached 31C/88F. My doors and windows stay open, I turn on the overhead fans, and spend as much time outside as possible. It’s wonderful.
There is something about these days that makes me nostalgic and fills me with a longing for something I had in my life for such a brief time but that, I’m convinced, I will enjoy one day again in heaven.
Meanwhile, I feel the warm breezes, listen to the birdsong, gaze at the mountain scenery around me and imagine it as prairie, go barefoot, think about small Saskatchewan hamlets, water my flowers, and tend my garden.