A finer scene I am unsure I could have made up, playing out on the couch in my living-dining room combo space, as the Wee Lass and I sat side by side on a fine Sunday morning. It is that special time of year for those of us who are, or like to pretend they are, gardeners what can grow the good stuff.
You know what I'm talking about: that is right, the seed catalogs are here! You remember that scene in "The Jerk" when the new phone books arrive? Yeah, that's what it is like. This year, anyway.
I get two seed catalogs* from major suppliers, and I look forward to perusing them at my leisure in the depths of winter. Now that the Lass is a little older and enjoys plants and flowers, we have started what looks to be an annual tradition of our own. When the seed catalogs arrive, she and I set aside some time to leaf (leaf: get it? ha!) through them to pick out stuff to grow in the spring and summer.
Our interests are complementary in that I am drawn strongly to the Things That Are Good To Eat, and she is drawn to the Things That Make Pretty Flowers/Have Pretty Names. I like flowers too, but can't help the appetite. If I can find something that looks great and produces tasty stuff, well that is just double plus good for me. The Wee Lass is on a pink kick, and she is drawn like a bee to the flowers that do just that. She also likes big showy ones like sunflowers and marigolds.
So this past Sunday morning, we parked ourselves on the couch, catalogs in hand and sticky note tabs at the ready. I had some music playing, streaming on the laptop, mug of tea nearby. She snuggled up to me and we set to.
Fruits and vegetables came first, followed by the flowers. As we made our way through the peppers and tomatoes, impatiens and sunflowers, Wee Lass carefully wrote our first initial followed by either 'V' for vegetable or 'F' for flower on each tab, and we affixed the note to each seed we liked. In the end of course, we ended up with far more selections than we could possibly manage, but it sure was great fun.
This year was extra special, because of what happened as we searched and marked. Shortly after we started, I noticed Wee Lass bobbing and moving to the music. It was either "The Long Cut" or "Chickamauga" off of the Anodyne album by Uncle Tupelo. She seemed to really be getting into it, and I was amazed. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make her self-conscious about it. A short while later, the song "We've Been Had" came on, and she started a little seat dancing. I couldn't help but grin and laugh, and I asked if she liked this music. She said yes, and wanted to know the title of the song and who it was by. She kept it up into the next song, "Fifteen Keys", and I thought my heart was going to overflow, it was so full.
It felt so good sitting there in the sunlight bouncing from her bedroom windows and into the living room, sharing some things I care about with the vein of my heart, and basking in the wonder and joy of her discoveries. We have something we can grow together, literally and figuratively. We will plant some seeds later in the early spring, and maybe learn some new songs along the way as well.
We will grow together, and sing the joy of sunlight and music. We will know love.
*Fedco and Burpee. I am not receiving compensation of any kind from either company, I just like them. I have had great success with Fedco seeds (love their catalog in particular) and I even have a cool Fedco shirt. Burpee was my late G-maw's seed purveyor of choice. When I was a boy I avidly looked forward to reading the catalogs when they arrived at her house.