This was originally posted on the now defunct Chicago Moms Blog.
Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not much of a gardener (OK, huge understatement). But this summer, everywhere I look, I see growth.
It's true. Each time I walk into my kitchen, a new crop of dishes has sprouted. Bowls and cups are especially plentiful this season, but the silverware must also be pruned regularly, lest it overrun the countertops.
Summer is only half over, and already the piles of laundry are as high as an elephant's eye. In theory, shorts and t-shirts are smaller than sweatshirts and jeans, and therefore should mean less laundry. In reality, sweaty play results in more changes of clothes, not to mention the trips to the pool and the beach, so the harvest of summer laundry has actually outpaced the winter crop.
Towels, which here-to-fore have restricted their growth to the bathroom floor, are proliferating throughout the house like colorful ground cover. Bath towels, hand towels and especially beach towels are the creeping phlox of my indoor garden.
I shouldn't really be surprised by the fecundity of my summer garden. After all, since the first thaw, the entire family has tracked in layer after layer of top soil each time they traipse through the house.
With all six of us home this summer, our grocery bills have more than doubled their yield compared to the previous three seasons, and show no signs of stopping. While mild temperatures have limited the amount of beverages required for irrigation, the increased feed for the livestock has more than taken up any surplus.
Outside, in addition to the huge assortment of perennial summer toys and equipment that began to emerge along with the daffodils, this year's annuals include one new bike, several balls, a frisbee, and a new hammock. No matter how often we weed, they continue to mushroom across the lawn.
Yes, it's been a bountiful summer season, and with August just around the corner, I predict bumper crops of school supplies, doctor bills and new shoes. We are truly blessed.
This is an original Chicago Moms Blog post. When Susan Bearman isn't tending her family garden plot, she can be found writing at Two Kinds of People and The Animal Store Blog.
1 comment:
Comments from the original Chicago Moms Blog post:
Amy Nathan said...
Love this, Susan!
July 23, 2009 at 09:07 AM
Cindy Fey said...
You're so funny!
When I pick up my girls from daycamp, they're so sweaty and puffing from the playground, I can smell them from the front seat. But mixed with the summer air blowing in the windows, I kind of like the smell of my little herd.
July 23, 2009 at 10:24 AM
Liz LaCroix said...
What a great post! I love the metaphor. I, too, am a consummate gardener this summer, even though my vegetable garden is in shambles.
July 23, 2009 at 10:29 AM
Susan @ 2KoP said...
Ah, Cindy, wait till adolescence sets in. Things change, and not necessarily for the better — your little flowers will start to smell like old tennis shoes.
July 23, 2009 at 01:23 PM
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