…A hundred thousand lost coins.
Climb up the nine hills, don’t give chase.
One of the aspects of being older — for me — is understanding how few things I control and how little I know. This morning’s prompt, “flow,” made me think of a saying from back in the day, “Go with the flow.” Any 18 year old is going to — paradoxically — turn their will toward going with the flow, sometimes even with the idea that “going with the flow” is going to make things turn out the way they want them to. I think of that sometimes and wonder how I could have believed I KNEW how things should turn out or should be or even WERE (are?). At some point I realized that going with the flow was not an act of will, but an act of surrender.
Sometime last week I decided I’d better grow some tomatoes and basil because, you know, caprese. I got out the seeds — tomatoes saved from tomatoes I grew last summer and Genovese basil seeds I got from somewhere (??) and put them in some seed-starting dirt. I didn’t want to drag out the large and fancy seed starting trays. I didn’t want to get that involved. I put them in the kitchen windows and gave them sandwich bag hats to wear until they sprouted — which happened yesterday. This morning when I got up and saw one of the tiny tomatoes reaching for the sun with all its little heart and tiny new leaves, I thought, “Oh damn, I love you guys after all.” Yep.
Seeing them optimistically reaching for sunlight, yesterday I put my back into cleaning out the tomato garden which is in the VERY back yard (dog’s yard) where there is more sun, and heat reflects off the south-facing garage wall. I built the little tomato garden last year and fenced the dogs out. So… Maybe in September I’ll have caprese 2/3 of which I grew myself. The store has OK tomatoes but basil? No… Sooner would be better but that’s not up to me. 🙂