This is my husband’s season. I don’t see much of him during planting season because he’s outside. He’s covered in sweat and dirt and manure. Our grass gets cut and green. Our garden gets fertilized and plowed. And I sit in the house and do women’s work.
I’m too dainty for manure.
That’s actually not true.
I’m just too sick. Generally I’m in the thick of the manure, but this pregnancy has given me a Get Outta Poop Free card.
My son doesn’t know yet that he shouldn’t be having a ball with that manure. I’m not going to tell him.
And as much as I love that we live in the country and GET to shovel manure that we’ve picked up in our own backyard… I was craving a hot, fresh pepperoni pizza (delivery style) yesterday and I suddenly wished I could beam myself to the city. Enter: my husband. He stopped by the grocery store on the way home and picked up a Digornio Pepperoni Pizza. He texted me a picture of the pizza with a message, “I’m on my way home, go ahead and preheat the oven.”
We all sat around and ate pizza and wings for dinner, and then my husband went outside and plowed the garden, and I fell in love all over again. After all, the way to a pregnant woman’s heart is through her stomach, and besides that… there is nothing better on God’s Green Earth than a man behind a plow. It’s in the Bible somewhere, I swear it.
Can one grow Artichokes in your climate?
I have NO idea! I will look it up though. I could definitely benefit from that information :)