I suppose I could have ended my Sunday by worrying about the economic crisis which looms (lapping at my door daily), or the fires in Southern California, or whether my children's teenage behavior is within normal limits, but instead I chose to do something I wanted to do...something I've been thinking about doing for months....
I went to my local garden store, (a family owned business), and wandered through the citrus area, (where the sweet scent of the lemon trees was intoxicating), and the native plants, (where even on sale I couldn't afford the five gallon toyons and other offerings), and then picked out red leafed lettuce and spicy greens. I also splurged on a sweet pea variety from 1898, which promises red/purple flowers and a strong fragrance, if I can keep them alive until spring....I got home just before sunset and abandoned myself to planting the tiny lettuces and stringy sweet peas, inhaling the deep earth smell as I worked.
As the sun was disappearing and the clouds in the western sky began to burst into orange and pink, I plopped down into one of my ripped garden chairs, leaned against the end-of-summer pillows and didn't covet any chaise lounge. I also didn't regret leaving all of the world's problems somewhere else for just a few minutes....
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