(Maggie, our guest blogger, is about to receive a bone marrow transplant.)
Beet Greens for Breakfast will definitely be the title of one of my chapters
in my memoirs. I have just consumed a large bowl of beet greens
slathered with butter and salt. People complain that they taste like
dirt. and they do. Which is why i ate them today for breakfast.
The
transplant team as of yesterday has cut me off from the gardens, the
studio, little children (germs, germs and more germs). and so, this
morning, i have been bowing down to the dirt one last time, thinning
beets, snapping off garlic scapes by the dozens, picking Japanese
beetles off pepper and eggplants, thinning rows of carrots, picking
sugar snap peas and doing one last asparagus harvest. and eating dirt.
one last sniff of peonies and iris. remove all houseplants and cut
flowers from the house.
Once again, it's time to shift my PURPOSE, this time
from gardener to transplant warrior, writer, baker, seamstress, painter,
reader, maybe pick up the fiddle again.... Wow, the possibilities are
wide open.
My relationship with the gardens will now change to
observer of the fruits of my labors. i am heading into the unknown, but
who isn't? love, maggie
Taste like dirt!? Not my beet greens! More like nutty, sweet, and vibrant things!
ReplyDeleteHowever, I might just have a lot of dirt in my mouth to begin with!