I quit blogging sometime last spring. If I’m honest, I quit blogging about two years ago. About the same time I got pregnant. I tried again sometime after my darling baby arrived but it fizzled again. I’d gone so far down the I quit blogging road that I quit even thinking about blogging, I quit seeing stories unfold in life and I even quit feeling guilty that I quit blogging.
Last spring my husband bought me a couple of raised garden beds. I had a vague idea that watching things grow was good for kids and good for the soul. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wanted to have nice organic pesticide and preservative free vegetables to feed my children. I ordered in really good dirt. The fact that I thought it looked like crushed up Oreo cookies shows that in reality I didn’t care about fake food.
I spent the summer taking photos of my piles of green beans, my lemon cucumbers, and lovely amazing tomatoes. Pitiful strawberries (They really didn’t do well. I think I let them grow too many daughter plants. I just couldn’t rip the daughters out and throw them away. I have a thing for daughters. I need to rename the off shoots something else. Maybe space sucking monsters.) The chef at my house spent the summer looking up recipes to attack the piles of food I kept bringing into his kitchen. Tonight’s harvest was large. The chef researched recipes and tonight we’re having cherry tomato, onion and basil sauce. All from the garden. Go Oreo Dirt!
I also spent the summer enjoying summer. We went to the fair and ate cotton candy. We went camping and ate everything in sight. We celebrated with a cancer free friend and ate sausages and pie. We had a fabulous birthday party and ate homemade tamales’ and margaritas. Celebrated our youngest’s first birthday and ate piles of Hawaiian food. Repainted the decks and ate junk food. I helped run a charity golf tournament, raised a ton of money and ate whatever my dear friends put in from of me. I walked to the beach as part of the Portland to Coast relay, got massive blisters and ate hard-boiled eggs, peanut butter and carrots.
We were busy all summer. Lots of great memories. I have a confession though. I also sadly spent the summer playing too much on my phone. Really who cares what level of Candy Crush I achieve or what some random person I knew twenty years ago did over the weekend? This morning lying in bed I deleted a couple of apps from my phone. Shocker, this afternoon I started thinking about blogging. And smiling at my kids. And smelling my tomatoes. My husband is a smarty pants. I should listen to him more often. You can tell him I said that.
So I make no promises. I have no clue if this note is the start of a trend. I hope so. Wanna join me? Delete something off your phone. See what happens. You may be surprised by the harvest.