Just one day is all I ask– with NO mention of dirt, soil, potatoes, tomatoes, squash, kale– green house, GARDEN, GARDENING …. get it? I am one of three(I think) staff here at the OWL that is NOT in love with tilling the earth. Blah blah blah is what I hear when my fellow(loved) co -workers begin bubbling forth with euphoria on their gardening exploits. Spring is a difficult time here…. gardening is like a drug for these ladies. Beginning in April they start talking about their “goods” they have ordered and with a twinkle in their eye they talk to me like I actually understand what it is they are saying– I mean what is a heirloom tomato or a spanky or is it patty cake squash– how do you tell a cucumber from a zucchini? They have secret suppliers and mail order favorites, connections as far as the potato lady from Maine! As they huddle at the desk or pow wow at lunchtime– their voices quicken and their soil stained hands flail about as they discuss their gardening battles and victories. Sleeves rolled up, revealing leathery tans and battle wounds displayed with pride: poison ivy, blisters on their digits, bug bites galore— talks of Ben Gay and heating pads for the older crowd that elicit smirks and mutual jokes. Like the aging athlete– just cannot give up the “juice” — the elixir of the harvest 🙂 So they hobble, itch and scratch their way through their library duties knowing what treasures and gardening jewels await them at home.
Let me set the record straight, I adore all of these fine ladies. They are healthy vibrant women who add to my wonderful working environment. With their healthy lunches filled with their crunchy spoils from toiling the earth, they make me want to be healthier — I AM healthier for working here at the OWL.
However there are times– that my partner in crime and I sneak in our PBJ on white bread, chips & juice and PRAY that someone does not walk in and see what we are eating. —- the soft squishy white bread that sticks to the roof of your mouth after the first bite, glued together with smooth creamy peanut butter bathed with globs of sugar laden all american grape jelly ! With guilt and shame we sneak in the elicit contraband– Cheetos(Papa Chester would be proud)—with our orange stained fingers we scurry out of the staff room– and eat shamefully at our desks. We happily eat and talk about the kind of dirt we like– the kind found on the baseball field. Give me batting averages, league standings & wash it down with a little Yankee bashing… not aphids, weeds,pruning or broccoli.
It is people like me that appreciate the hardwork of farmers and gardeners and will gladly shop at the wonderful farmers markets in our area. I may not have been bitten by the gardening bug but I do love the fresh locally grown food!
For those of you that are like me:
Eat this Not That! by David Zinczenko. 613.25 ZIN a book that gives you healthier suggestions for those “bad” foods we eat.
OR IF you are really like me and can be found lounging around on your lawn chair with your nose in a book while your friends are getting dirty and high on fresh compost– New Fiction just in at the OWL, some of my all time favorite authors have new books out!! Now really, wouldn’t you rather be reading???
Cemetery Dance by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. FIC PRE I have not read this one yet– . Start with Relic and work your way up to this new Agent Pendergast thrill ride!
This post is authored by and no surprise, Audra. Who got the idea for this blog from one of the Queen Gardeners herself– now if you will excuse me I am going to down a nice cup of coffee with an Entenmann’s donut……