June 11, 2015
There is a routine to dinner here on the prairie.
It starts with Farmer Tom’s question, How was school?
To which is replied, Good.
Every single school day– same question, same response.
So now that school is out, I wondered, what would we talk about?
Surprisingly, it started out with the familiar, How was school?
And the response?
No surprises there.
But, I was surprised in the vegetable garden.
I tried something new this year, I bought bulk seed. The kind that doesn’t come in a package, but sits in a jar, with a scoop, in the furthermost corners of the hardware store.
I brag about my soil.
It’s so good anything will grow.
I was quite confident I could get those bulk seeds to sprout.
I scooped and scooped with carefree abandon thinking, It’s so cheap, I may as well feed the county.
Then I started planting. . .
and planting. . .
If I were a yoga master, I’ve got to get those seeds in, would have been my mantra.
All– except zucchini– sprouted.
What would a summer be without zucchini?. . . no bread, no muffins, no soup, no pizza, no cobbler, no casseroles, no jokes. I couldn’t do it. I bought and planted a row of packaged seeds.
They meant business– four days later, they were up!
And, shockingly, so were the bulk seeds. 😦
Now, most of you know, one row of zucchini is way too many. Well, I had two.
Most of you also know, how difficult it is to pull sprouted seeds when it is your hands that planted them, but in an effort to keep things ‘good’ at our table, that’s just what I did.