After our ritual of Sunday breakfast we decide to go to a local garden store, he picks out vegetable plants and I pick out flowers. I add salvia and sage to the front garden, petunias to the pots hanging on the garage, he plants herbs in the garden by the front door. It actually feels good on my back for whatever reason. Sitting on the ground, more comfortable than standing. Take note. In the back he weeds the garden bed and then rototills it, while I use a unique tool he has to tear up dandelions. I bring beers and vegetarian chili out to the patio where we eat and continue working. I sand a piece of aluminum I found in the woods, and spray paint it, art making.
His aunt feeds treats to the dogs from over the fence while he tills a spot for more raspberries. And she thanks us for the big pot of purple flowers hanging in her backyard. Our birthday gift to her.
Playing outside in the yard for about four hours.
Gardening is good for the soul.