The Progeny
In Which Ma Communes With Dirt in Her Rite Of Spring Breakiness
This post has all the earmarks of a fantastical tale: from the heady thrill of school vacation, to the drama of seed potatoes; both procurement and planting. The sweeping panorama of mulch-topped loam juxtaposed with the whineful tones of a sweaty 12-year-old, unable to comprehend that the month of March and "Let's go to the beach!" are incompatible themes.
Topped off with a gorgeous sunset...well, how can you go wrong?
The call of both Spring Break and tater plantin' could not be denied.
It boils down to a tale of Ma and her shovel. Interspersed with a nap and two utterly divine portions of Diet Coke and Spicy Doritos.
Throw in the added bonii of peas and spinach--not to mention clever, pseudo-Latin phraseology--and you have a veritable tripartite victory of early garden seedy-hilariment.
Yes, it was warm, but not too warm. Demanding? Quite, and yet, not quite quittingly so.
Did the offspring enjoy their their day of break? We do not know, as we did our best to maintain distance. The concept of vacation for homeschooling mothers is paradoxical enough without gumming up the works with togetherness.
And so 'twas a day of bliss. A day of bliss and toil, of driving to town and buying seed potatoes, and then driving back home, all the while ensconced in a vehicle reeking of rodents.
But mostly it was a real nice time fer Ma to kick off the proverbial shoes of school monitor and shod her middle-aged, plantar fasciitisized feet in old tennies, dig up part of the garden, plant her 10 trees from the Arbor Day Foundation, plop the seed potatoes into their hills, cast peas and spinach seeds into the good earth, all the while garbed in an old T-shirt and sweat pants à la Goodwill.
Friday, March 16; Ma's Day of Spring Breakiness.
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Topped off with a gorgeous sunset...well, how can you go wrong?
The call of both Spring Break and tater plantin' could not be denied.
It boils down to a tale of Ma and her shovel. Interspersed with a nap and two utterly divine portions of Diet Coke and Spicy Doritos.
Throw in the added bonii of peas and spinach--not to mention clever, pseudo-Latin phraseology--and you have a veritable tripartite victory of early garden seedy-hilariment.
Yes, it was warm, but not too warm. Demanding? Quite, and yet, not quite quittingly so.
Did the offspring enjoy their their day of break? We do not know, as we did our best to maintain distance. The concept of vacation for homeschooling mothers is paradoxical enough without gumming up the works with togetherness.
And so 'twas a day of bliss. A day of bliss and toil, of driving to town and buying seed potatoes, and then driving back home, all the while ensconced in a vehicle reeking of rodents.
But mostly it was a real nice time fer Ma to kick off the proverbial shoes of school monitor and shod her middle-aged, plantar fasciitisized feet in old tennies, dig up part of the garden, plant her 10 trees from the Arbor Day Foundation, plop the seed potatoes into their hills, cast peas and spinach seeds into the good earth, all the while garbed in an old T-shirt and sweat pants à la Goodwill.
Friday, March 16; Ma's Day of Spring Breakiness.
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 8:56 PM
4 Comments:
IMHO, there is nothing more dramatic than potatoes. Unless it's cheese.
TAB
Wow Mommy! You were really going to town on this one! I can't decide which makes me laugh harder, "bonii" or "fasciitisized"... I spent almost a minute trying to pronounce the latter!!
I was probably out in the sun too long.
And next time I will think seriously about planting cheese.
Possibly chocolate.
Nice photo. Thank you.
Tab
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