It never ceases to amaze me. Growth that is green. Dirt that is brown and empty and then GREEN. Wisconsin, I am afraid, seemed a distant second to the great intelligence and urbanality of Minneapolis. Pity the collegiate that attended the University of Minnesota from Wisconsin. They didn't quite cut mustard. Oh yes folly was wrapped up in my youth quite terribly. I judged the south of the border folk.
Now I live across that border in Wisconsin. Almost as bad as going from Pakistan to India I tell you. I feel a bit of a cad for debunking on my country let alone my state but here I am to tell you Wisconsin is gorgeous. Greener and full of spring which finally now in August seems a little like summer.
In May I planted seeds. They grew up and out and all around surrounded by weeds. Flourishing. Green.
Now my little girl runs out into the garden hollering about peas and I watch the bush tilt over at an impossible angle and snap back like its name. It feels like a little fistful of heaven as she munches on health with glee and abandon.
After Zana had to eat the green unripened tomato she picked she no longer picks that vegetable but reports on their progress with the pride of a conservationist. We've had a disappointing harvest of about a half dozen but the lack has been made up by the sugar snap pea bush which continues to give and give and give even under the onslaught of Zana's zealous grabbing.
These pods of perfection make me miss my dear friend Leaf. But our little triangular green garden reminds me to pray for the garden of her womb and the little pea there growing. I pray she'll come with the snap of surprise that birth always is, wrapped in all its wonder and that the little one will be all sugar with a tiny bit of spice. Spicy sweet just like her (not prophetic just hopeful here) older brother.
Now I live across that border in Wisconsin. Almost as bad as going from Pakistan to India I tell you. I feel a bit of a cad for debunking on my country let alone my state but here I am to tell you Wisconsin is gorgeous. Greener and full of spring which finally now in August seems a little like summer.
In May I planted seeds. They grew up and out and all around surrounded by weeds. Flourishing. Green.
Now my little girl runs out into the garden hollering about peas and I watch the bush tilt over at an impossible angle and snap back like its name. It feels like a little fistful of heaven as she munches on health with glee and abandon.
After Zana had to eat the green unripened tomato she picked she no longer picks that vegetable but reports on their progress with the pride of a conservationist. We've had a disappointing harvest of about a half dozen but the lack has been made up by the sugar snap pea bush which continues to give and give and give even under the onslaught of Zana's zealous grabbing.
These pods of perfection make me miss my dear friend Leaf. But our little triangular green garden reminds me to pray for the garden of her womb and the little pea there growing. I pray she'll come with the snap of surprise that birth always is, wrapped in all its wonder and that the little one will be all sugar with a tiny bit of spice. Spicy sweet just like her (not prophetic just hopeful here) older brother.
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