Now, before you start searching online for some prescription meds that might help me, I’d better back up a little and explain. First, I try almost every year to grow a vegetable garden. Second, the soil in our back yard is mostly heavy clay. Third, Valentine’s Day happens to fall just about when I’m tired of being cooped up indoors and am ready to get out there and dig in the dirt a little.
So it started, like many of our traditions did, as a bit of a joke. Years ago on a bright February day Brent was about to head to Home Depot or some such. He asked me whether I needed anything. “A bag of steer manure for the garden,” I said.
When he came back with the bag he plumped it down in the garden and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day!” We snickered about the incongruity of the “gift” and how his reputation would be ruined if word got out. But you know, it says a lot for Brent and for our understanding of each other that even if the steer manure was all he could afford, I would still be thrilled with it. Because he knows I love to garden, and supports my efforts. And because he knows it doesn’t matter whether or not society approves of this kind of gift. He just wants to give me something that will be meaningful to me.It was a couple of days late this year, but I finally got it: my annual Valentine’s Day bags (two bags this time!) of steer manure for the garden. Meanwhile, I had two days to enjoy my roses and chocolates! Now to get out there, dig in the dirt a little, and burn off some of those chocolate calories. And that’s my Simple Pleasure for this week. Check out Dayle’s blog to see what our other friends are enjoying.
I’m also linking up with Rachel and the Company Girls.
Thanks for reading!