It was a rough morning - I woke up nice and early and trekked over to my garden plot, only to find my green zebra tomato plant completely dead. It had only been a few days since I had last visited, but I was still racked with tomato killer guilt. Until I noticed that there was standing water at the root level. Too much rain is drowning my tomatoes, and I'm sure harboring perfect conditions for tomato fungi. Great.
Grumpily, I drove by a house we are potentially dreaming about possibly purchasing (we're that sure, you can see) - the main draw is a HUGE yard which would be transformed into an urban farm, courtesy yours truly. Only to find that the "For Sale" sign was completely gone. Again, it had only been a few days since I last visited - there was no "Sale Pending" or even "SOLD" sign. It was all gone.
You just can't do that to a body - first, kill off the colorful tomatoes and then whisk away the dream house. It was all too much for a morning's work.
I purposely listened to every sad love song I could find on the radio in the remainder of my ride home.
I trudged up the stairs in my muddy galoshes and kick open our front door (it has been sticking) to be greeted by the sound of a crying baby, upset at Nathan for not being able to lactate. Dejectedly, I flopped down on the bed and held my cranky baby.
Olivia asked "What's wrong, mama?"
I didn't want to talk about it.
So I did the only thing any one would do when faced with such a bleak day. I made smoothdies with my daughters. And took pictures of it.