It is summer and that means my family is hanging out in the garden, “gardening”. The brown beds have turned verdant and we have begun eating the first homegrown salads of the season. Bob and I sit among the vegetables sipping coffee while Mingus and Beluga romp. The only one doing actual labor is my mother-in-law, who refers to weeding as “garden therapy”.
Every once in a while, the boys stop what they are doing to snack on the lettuces. When the first leaves came up, Mingus suspiciously asked, “Can I eat this?” Now, he doesn’t bother to check – he rips off a leaf and chows down.