An interview with my wife, Mrs. Felicity Fenton on the subject of spring. Today Mrs. Fenton is looking fatigued around the left eye. Her hair is partially washed and tangled in the back. Along with purple tights, teal shoes and navy floral sweater dress, she wears a turquoise scarf around her neck to fend off incessant chill. FF - It's finally spring!
FF - Yep. Though it doesn't feel like spring at all. The daffodils are the only clue to spring time happenings. The daffodils and the budding trees.
FF - Which is nice, no?
FF - More than nice, daffodils are vibrance sprouting from the dismal ground. I look to the daffodil to wake my ass up. To revive me of my fading glory. Thank you daffodils. Thank you.
FF - Have you made any plans for the garden?
FF- I'm waiting until the second week in April to begin popping seeds into the ground, but I have an ongoing list in my head. Greens galore. Heirloom beans. Berries. Lemon cucumbers. Vietnamese cilantro (Rau Ram). Tarragon. Sweet corn.
FF- And will you hire three backup singers to help you sow the seeds?
FF- Perhaps. It would be nice, but I may wait until the bountiful harvest come fall. I envision the four of us plucking and digging with nude, soiled abdominals.
FF- Sounds sultry.
FF- Just necessary. The sultry aspect is added bonus.
FF- Like avocado on an already sufficiently filled fish taco.
FF- Or a double rainbow.
FF- Or an extra set of hands that suddenly appear from the elbows when you most need them.