In retrospect, I can put my finger on the precise moment when my adventure in gardening crossed into the realm of the absurd: I found myself using the garden hose to water a row of freshly-planted peppers while standing in the mud in the pouring rain.
"Sweetheart," I said to the resident gardening enthusiast, "Why am I watering the peppers in the rain?"
"Because the peppers need to be watered," he replied.
"But I don't."
"Don't what?"
"Need to be watered."
"But the peppers do."
So I watered the peppers and the rain watered me, and within me grew a fresh awareness that gardening is not entirely a rational pursuit. Rewarding, yes, but not entirely rational.
No comments:
Post a Comment