What's it called when you're just sitting in front of the fan with a glass of ice water pressed to your wrist, not moving, and you're still sweating? Shvitzing? I think that's it. Feel free to correct me, Jewish friends.
Seriously, my skin contantly glistens with sweat. It might be sexy if I didn't also stink so bad. And my hair wasn't so frizzy. And the heat didn't make the mere thought of skin-to-skin repulse me so.
Anyway, I visited my friend's garden yesterday. Nicole is new to gardening, and had a lot of questions for this seasoned veteran (ha!). She was worried about proper basil picking technique, and why she didn't have any squash yet. I put on my best farmer face, trying to reassure her with what little knowledge I have. The truth is, her garden is beautiful. She is doing everything right. I couldn't help but feel a little tinge of pride- that maybe our little farm has helped inspire her, or given her the encouragement she needed to dip her toes in the ocean of self-sufficiency. It is a small thing, yes. But this is what it's all about, no? Influencing others in a significant, positive way?
But back to the garden. And her lovely little cucumber blossoms, so adorably star-shaped and hopeful. I wish I had my camera with me, because I was a little obsessed with them. Might have something to do with our oversight in the cucumber department this year. (How does one FORGET to plant cucumbers? And of course I just found a wonderfully easy pickle recipe that I will never, ever get to use. Until next year.) And then my amazing friend Nicole, who was already taking my heathen children for the afternoon, even though she had to mow her lawn with a (gasp!) push mower, because her poor husband has ruptured a disk in his back (eek!), did something so very wonderfully generous, and thus indicative of her personality.
She gave me her one perfectly perfect cucumber.
I know! I love her.
And guess what I did with it? No! Not that, you dirty, dirty bird. Sheesh.
I ate it for lunch! All on it's own, it was that delicious. And pretty.
And lucious.
And then I put some of the slices in my ice water, because that's one of my favorite things to do.
Yeah, I threw a lime in there, too. I'm crazy like that.
And then I ate the limey slices out of my glass after I finished the water. And I am still sweaty and frizzy, but I'm starting to think that I might be able to handle this summer thing after all. It's opressive and overwhelming at times, but really, what choice to I have but to let it crash over me, like a big old seaweed-laden wave?
Oh, and for those of you who are concerned about my caloric intake, don't worry! I had a nice nutritious zucchini muffin for dessert.
With butter. :)
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