I'm sitting in my lounge chair while honey is going through his garden. The weather is beautiful out tonight not hot, low humidty. The dogs are are racing in circles and a balmy breeze sways the palm trees. I was hoping that the cherry tomatoes had really started producing, I ate three yesterday, and there is no way I'm spending $4.00 a pint for the ones from the grocery store after tasting the ones from our garden. It's been a few months since we had them, I guess you have to pull out the plants twice a year and restart them. Honey brings me two long cucumbers. They have funny little bumps on them that are sharp, but not hair like cactus pricks. they remind me of blackheads, I scraped every single one of both the cucumbers with my nail as not to damage the skin. Now they are smooth and silky.
I hold up a rather large one and declare "This reminds me of you"
"Stop" is his reply
"Why? It does, it's not like I held up this one and said it reminds me of you" referring to one that is withered on one end and all crooked.
"You better start eating the kale" he says
"ok, I'll make kale and potatoe soup."
I push my self off the lounge chair and bring the cucumbers into the kitchen.