Gary walked in the back door the morning I returned from Greece saying “I have become a dad….” Confused, I said, “you already are a dad (to his beautiful 2 daughters), are you becoming a daddy to the plants?” Then he corrected me to say “I have become my dad.”
A sweet notion to consider that at almost the age of 60 Gary has found true delight working in our little garden, just like his dad did…and man, is it popping!
He disappears every now and then for a few hours on the weekend to get his hands dirty in the yard, trimming the plants, destroy the weeds and creating beautiful masterpieces with flowers and plants around the yard.
For me, the most fun has come in watching the seeds we planted a few months ago turn into huge cucumber, tomato, pepper and zucchini plants, and herbs that were non-existent after we planted them last year grow into strong, blooming plants.
We picked our first few peppers the other day, which we added to a fresh herb salad filled with lots of basil, mint, thyme, chives and baby lettuce, along with our first few zucchini flowers, which we stuffed with mozzarella and served with a drizzle of balsamic beside a Caprese salad. And, happily dozens of grape tomatoes are starting to turn from green to red meaning we’ll be making tomato fritters like the incredible ones I had in Santorini soon.
Ah, the joy of playing in the garden….