Life Sketches by Terry Berkson
Garden (and Song) Editing
Several years ago, thanks to a friend who gave us cloves and seedlings, we already had garlic and tomato plants growing in the garden. A few days before, I had driven over to a nursery for some other vegetables. Unfortunately, they were out of cucumbers and I had to make several stops before I finally found a place that still had some.
It wasn’t too late to start from seeds, but I was eager to get the garden going. I also came home with broccoli, potatoes and cucumbers.
Alice was weeding when I got home and she offered to do the planting if I would fetch what she needed.
The broccoli went in okay, as did the potatoes, but before the cucumbers found root my wife dropped a shovel on the pack, crushing some of the seedlings.
“I feel terrible,” she groaned.
“That’s okay,” I said. “We have plenty left.”
As if to prove I was wrong, Alice lifted the plant box with a gloved hand only to have it slip to the ground upside down. I turned the box over. Now, every plant was broken.
