You know how invigorated we are by the Devils’ miracle win last night, Gentle Reader? We are so invigorated that the following happened at stately IPB Manor this morning:
The scene: Central New Jersey, under a foot of snow. It’s late morning, and there are finally creatures stirring throughout the house. We sit in the living room, contemplating a day of quilting and eating M&Ms. Suddenly Pookie considers the lettuce we planted in the garden earlier this week.
There is a murmur of concern that the cold frame the lettuce is sheltered in in the garden could be crushed by the weight of all that snow.
On a normal day, we’d just shrug, be lazy, and figure if the Gardening Gods wanted us to have lettuce growing in February, they wouldn’t crush the cold frame.
But on a “holy shit, did you guys see the end of that Devils game last night?!?” day like today, Pookie springs up from the couch, throws on some warm winter layers, and makes her way through the elements to rescue our poor, shivering lettuce seeds from possible crushing.
Once she struggled though the snowed-under garden gate, we had this exchange:
Pookie, while bent over to the cold frame to sweep off the snow: “Are you getting pictures of it?”
Schnookie, huddled under the eave of the front door, sheltering the camera from the snow: “I can’t really get a view that shows what you’re doing.”
Pookie, rising and beaming: “I’m gardening“
And that’s our story. Here’s hoping today’s a marvelous day of hockey.