The wonder and joy, the pure, sheer, never grows old delight of spotting first tiny growths in the garden. Humble patch of heaven, fenced from the marauding Clarence. Through the fence you can see his hindquarters, orange spotted, to the right of the leftmost jalapeño. Further right, blur of hot pink peony.
It’s funny that I always grow jalapeños when I am not a big pepper person. But they are so dang cute, and then I let some get red, and then I have to make hot pepper jelly, southern style, and we eat it at the holidays over chèvre, twinkling red and green bits of summer over snow.
Oh promise of sweetness to come, first little elf-capped yellow pear xo
