Okay, just one more foolish thing. I am out here on a perfect afternoon for gardening. I’m lying on my custom-made gardening bench, a tool that actually makes gardening a lovely past time, and just a few minutes ago, I made the mistake and pulled up a baby quinoa.

Why am I growing quinoa? Why not? Apparently, I had bags and bags of quinoa seeds lying around and, if you remember, I chucked several handfuls into this little garbage garden that I’m now weeding. The garbage garden was a failure as a tomato spot which was left to rot for a year. This year I did the most worthless and easy efforts to make it into a bed. I didn’t care too much about it.

This was also true for planting. My ex-partner’s fascist method of demanding that nature be in rows like soldiers doesn’t appeal to me. I don’t have the patience or the arrogance. But I’m not a lifetime gardener so I took the thought into my head about how nature does this business of reproduction through seed and decided to just toss stuff in here. I actually did that all over the place. Okay, it’s not really a matter of deprivation of enough finances to buy seeds. These aren’t Gold class anything. I just bought way more than I should have and just tossed them.

In case you’re wondering, it worked. I have plants growing all over the place. And in this Garden, some quinoa.

So, I don’t know about you but I graze. If I’m surrounded by edible greens, why not graze a little?

So there I was face to face with a tragedy of my clumsiness. In my haste to kill a blade of grass, I uprooted an entire quinoa plant which is right now nothing really. It looks almost like a weed the way it’s spreading.

But then I realized that this was the first bit of quinoa I had ever grown and harvested. So I ate it and that’s why I’m writing this.

I mean, you know that quinoa is healthy, right? How about a tiny bit of baby plant straight out of the Earth? What do you think that felt like?

I say, if you are kind to mother Earth, she might just say thank you. She can say yes or she can say no or she can say nothing at all. She’s mother earth. She can do it she likes. But when she says thank you…

By the way, we have music here. The crickets are getting their act together. They play in The rhythms of nature. Excellent musicians. I think I wrote about this too. Cheers