

I said, "will you marry me?" and, "let's plant a garden."
She said, "ok, yes," and, "first we need some dirt."




I mostly just watch and learn. Her hands know what to do.
The plants mostly just grow by themselves. They are really very alive.





The children like the picking best of all. We ask the littlest ones to check with us before picking the not-yet-ripe tomatoes. We teach the oldest ones to see the difference between the pickling cukes and the slicers.
We send them outside with instructions: bring me three leaves of romaine and a green pepper, please.

On Monday, I went to therapy, to talk about the kids, and parenting, and the kids' other mother (whom I am no longer married to), and at one point the therapist smiled and said, "I think you are growing up."
And I said, "yes, I think I am, too. I feel like maybe I am a grown-up, after all."

Sometimes, when you fall in love, everything else falls, too. And sometimes that's the falling-and-breaking-into-tiny-pieces kind of falling, and sometimes it's more like the falling-into-place kind.
We have this garden, and it's growing so well.
indeed!
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