strike that

and there are others

One of the best things about having a housemate is that if you wake up on a Saturday morning bleary-eyed and hung over, and you have to drive to Vancouver to shovel gravel and stack stone for a new school garden, and you get rained on until your clothes are soaked through and your rubber ladybug boots are caked in mud, and then you spend two hours trying to get warm in a dark bar while watching a Final Four game, but you left your i.d. in the pocket of your smoky pants that are on the floor of your bedroom so you can only order a Coke, until you get back on the highway where a guy rides your ass on a scary twisty offramp and then speeds by while giving you the finger, and you get home and it is suddenly clear and warm and you are still in your filthy Carhartts so you decide to work in your own garden, but you don’t have anything to plant even though it is late March and high time for planting, you may to your great delight discover that he has at some point in the past days or weeks bought a flat of vegetable starts and just left them right there, sitting on the soil, roots bursting out of their black plastic six-packs, eager to grow.

And then you can put the mustard greens in the earth and wind the tiny pea tendrils around pried-open tomato cages until the sun goes down.

That is one of the best things.

posted by tortaluga @ 8:45 PM