This is the kind of day I hope to look back on when my kids are grown and I need good memories of their childhood.
First I would have to skip the early morning, since it was miserable. So let’s pretend the day started at 10 a.m., when we walked to the garden... and even though it is August in St. Louis, the breeze was almost too cool for my t-shirt and shorts.
One of our eccentric neighbors was out watering his pretty corner garden. We chatted and he invited me to speak at his garden club. Everyone is suitably impressed with how wonderful our community garden looks and wrongfully attributes that success to my gardening skills. Hah. It is the mercy of God, people, the mercy of God. I am an infamous (I love that word) plant murderer.
But I digress. How lovely to speak with an eccentric neighbor on a beautiful summer morning! We walked on to the garden, where a pleasant young Hindu man requested permission to take pictures for his Wash U architecture class. Of course I encouraged him; it all felt slightly surreal.
The children then helped me harvest tomatoes and watermelon and zucchini and hot peppers- Malachi commented that it was one of the best days we’ve had at the garden. We left burdened with one of Stuart’s watermelons and a couple pounds of extra tomatoes to gift to the rehab house located on our block. Carrying a watermelon 5 blocks is always quite an experience! On the way home we noticed several more neighbors leaving the cafe that is preparing to open in a few days. We ascertained they were giving out free samples; how could we resist? More neighbors walked in to help with some work and the children and I all drank our respective lattes and java chip fraps (yum; this is a deliberate plug for the Urban Studio Cafe) and more chatting with neighbors followed. We plan to go back and help them clean up tonight if necessary.
Fresh watermelon, interesting neighbors, free samples... yes, a morning to remember!
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