Is there anything more satisfying than seeds springing to life?
Two summers ago I deposited an entire envelope of morning glory seeds at the base of our cast iron plant stand. It sits to the left of our front porch, and I thought the twirling vines would look oh-so-romantic, as Anne of Green Gables might say.
And they did, in fact. Until my Sweet Husband went to prune them, and his hands began to swell into beast-like paws.
So, I might need to learn a thing or two when it comes to the gardening game, including not planting things we’re allergic to.
But I can still try.
And a girl can still dream. . .
. . .
If I had a farm, it would be a sizable plot of land.
Our farmhouse would sit in a modest covering of pine trees, ones we would cover with bright colored lights each winter.
If I had a farm, it would be a vegetarian’s delight:
rows of lettuce; broccoli; cauliflower;
cucumbers on the vine; watermelons the size of your head; grapes ripening on a trellis a mile wide.
If I had a farm, we’d have animals just as pets:
a family of horses;
a family of goats;
a family of pigs splashing in a buttermilk bath.
If I had a farm, Dear Reader, it would have homemade pies in the window.
Apple! Peach! Chocolate pudding!
There’d be an enormous wreath on our door, made of flowers you’ve never heard of.
There’d be muddy boots on the porch and
a wooden bench down the lane to serve as a perfect reader’s nook.
A girl can dream.
. . .
SnapDragon is a reader, writer, and occasional afternoon-napper.
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