…is dinner:
Do you garden? My husband is quite the agriculturist; this time of year he’s more Farmer Bob than Prince Charming (because Prince Farmer Charming Bob just seems, well, clunky, don’t you think?). Every night after dinner, he and the girls go out to the garden to measure the height of the corn, pull the weeds, and, last night, harvest the lettuce.
There’s irony here. We’re not exactly salad people around here. But when we grow the lettuce ourselves, from seed, watching it get a little bigger, and then a lot bigger…
Well, that just changes everything, doesn’t it?
