I'm starting to think that maybe the future is a hopeful one. Why? Because there are children out there excited about purple carrots. I knew my own were interested, but I raised them that way. I expect them to find the joy, excitement, and wonder in the different. I taught them to appreciate the quirks of nature. But it's not something I expect in other people's children. A welcome surprise, but not an expectation.
Now, my daughter has a friend that she invites over to the house for sleepovers. I love this girl. She spent one weekend helping is whitewash the barn in expectation of my chicks eventual move to adulthood. She was getting paid, but the offer had been made to many of J's other friends and they had declined. Somehow, I doubt they would have had as much fun as Big Al did.
So, when Big Al spent this last weekend with us, I pulled out the seeds I received from Baker Creek. I laid out my prides and joys. My purple cosmic carrots. My striped Chioggia beets. My strawberry popcorn. At best I thought I would get a "that's cool". But what I received was so much better. Big Al exclaimed "I want to come out and help in the garden. These are awesome".
So I believe, in the immortal words of one of my favorite song lines- the future's so bright, I gotta wear shades.
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