Perhaps it was the trauma from his near-death experience, but for basically the first time in Eli's life...
he fell asleep in my arms. I don't even know how it happened. His eyes were just suddenly closed. Then I sat and stared at him in disbelief. Then I didn't dare move for fear of waking him up. So I sat. Silent and perfectly still. Just soaking up the rare moment as I waited for Jeff to walk by so I could motion to him to get the camera.
Then we had another miracle happen in the form of a garden.
It grew.
Jeff half-heartedly planted this garden. And after about two weeks of watering it every night and busy season lurking in his future, Jeff decided he'd had it with his garden.
On our way down to Cedar one weekend Jeff said, "I hope it's really hot and dry the whole time we're gone." Confused, I asked why on earth he cared what the weather would be like in a city we were driving away from. He answered, "Because then my garden will die."
Despite Jeff's death wishes, his garden survived.
Eli and my new after dinner ritual is to go outside so I can water the neglected garden and Eli can run free.
His clothes usually don't make it through dinner. Hence the bare-skinned baby.
After I told Jeff I had been secretly saving his garden from its death, Jeff went out to give his garden a second chance. As we were looking around, to our amazement and shock...
We found a few green tomatoes there, encouraging us to stick with this whole garden scene.
Now who says there aren't modern day miracles?
2 comments:
Your garden looks fabulous! Nice work!
Cute pictures of Eli. My favorites are the ones of him in the blue chair wearing his blue shoes.
I'm impressed you could keep Jeff's garden growing after seeing what happened to the plants in your brightly-colored pots.
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