gardening is an act of optimism

we like to spend our evenings growing food. teddy puts his finger to his ear and says "ki-cuts." crickets. he's picking green tomatoes and eating them. they're not juicy, he tells me.

a cute zucchini is dropped into our little harvesting ice cream bucket. notice in teddy's other hand is TWO ducks...one plush and a frightening little plastic thing i worked hard for at sunsplash. i dont mean to brag but it does glow in the dark. he puts them to bed in the cup cupboard..."nigh nigh, ducks."

view from the garden...if i were a bug i'd live on queen anne's lace, a wide lovely canopy. there is a wonderful feeling outside, this yellow june. these long yellow days........i cant help but feel melancholy every summer solstice......how can the days already be getting shorter?

(life is like this.)

he loves to sit in the tree and he can't wait to eat the apples he sees.

for amy: "why are there so many songs about rainbows? and what's on the other side? rainbows are visions, and only illusions; rainbows have nothing to hide."

the seed is planted, watered, sung to, harvested, steamed, and used as lovely sustenance for a golden little fairy prince. "mmm, good....more more?" we are very blessed indeed.

"some day we'll find it, the rainbow connection!, the lovers, the dreamers, and me."