He's blessed with some beautiful wilderness acreage, far away from the nearest community. My orbs swept a wide view from his porch, halting abruptly, intrigued by what they saw under the blazing sun. There was something new, a freshly plowed and planted field carved out of the forest.
"This is the biggest garden I have ever seen," I said to myself, as I took a long, meandering walk through the newborn sprouts. "I should have packed a lunch."
I couldn't decide what was growing underneath me. I knelt down for closer inspection.
"Some sort of beans or peas, I can't say," I said to myself because I was alone and speaking it out loud would have been something I couldn't allow myself to do. Sanity 101.
"These are the oddest little pods, very odd. I should have packed a lunch."
I couldn't put my finger on what was puzzling me, but I knew with the recent rains, those pods were going to be robust and soon.
I drove home with an uneasy feeling. Inexplicably, for the first time in months, I had the urge to listen to my iPod. I fetched it from the glove compartment, while exhaling a vigorous yawn. The music was nice. Olivia Newton-John whispered a lullaby.
Arriving back at the house, I changed out of my good t-shirt into something less formal. It was time for an afternoon nap, but suddenly I was curious, wondering what was on the tube. I knelt down for the second time this day, punched the power button, and waited for an image to fade onto the screen.
Who wants coffee?
