Thursday, September 13, 2007

A Dead Picnic Table and the Rebirth of the Zinnias

Ah, me. I could tell you stories about this picnic table. It was from 'the farm'. the original 'farm'. And that was long ago and far away. Our daughter's outdoor sixth birthday party. Countless fish fries and all-garden summer feasts. It was built, I think, by a guy named Scott. It has moved as we have moved...many times. And it has been out by the barn, with tall, tall grass growing up through it this summer. Too heavy to move, even to mow under. And Will says it's over. So, as I respect his opinion on the death of useful things, I can be sad but not too sad. True, it doesn't look like junk. But Will says it's junk. So there you have it.And then, apropos to the name of this very website, we have this fall's 'accidental zinnias'. They were a row in the herb beds. They were mowed down. They re-seeded. I asked that Will please not plow the little babies under. He respected my wishes. thank you. And now, we have flowers in the middle of the sad late year herbs beds. Beautiful, no? We also have the 'not-accidental' zinnias, planted a couple of weeks ago, and coming along for the fall. not nearly as impressive. But, patience, patience.

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