After rushing to plant salad seedlings and forgetting the
purpose was to engage mom, I got ready for yoga class.
The instructor seemed
annoyed, by her rapid expression change, that I didn’t understand the
instructions, so I asked her later. She
asked me that she was there for me, and not to take anything personally. I must have set the record for most props,
since my body just doesn’t have any range of motion, little flexibility and the
attention span of an amoeba, since the street view is so distracting.
When I returned, I felt sore, but more mindful, leaving the
frenzy of daily life. Having planted some lettuce, I took some, and
left replanted them in the original planter vase in case the ones in the ground are
eaten, or just don’t make it. For the
rest, I plucked them from the roots, and washed them for a microgreen salad
next day. I laughed as I realized that
restaurants sell this type of thing for
profit, and it’s practically free to anyone with light, dirt, water and a vase.
I just wish I could describe the alcoholic aroma of the
white roses from yesterday!
