Once upon a time, there was a beautiful garden. She was 42 years old and creeping into middle age, but definitely had not lost her spunk. She worked especially hard to please all of the young humans that enjoyed eating her fruits and vegetables - even if she did let a non-human slip in for a nibble now and again.
So when the leaves started turning and those humans started to breath clouds into the air, she knew that it was time to celebrate.
Early Saturday morning on October 19th, she warned all the other creatures to stay at home for the day because it was going to be loud and busy - it was the Second Annual Garlic Planting Party! It gave her butterflies thinking about how excited she was to have so many of her human friends were coming to visit. Well, maybe she always had butterflies…
She persuaded the crotchety Hugging Tree have some paper figures hung on his branches (why was he SO grumpy when he was always getting so many snuggles?). The dangling creatures looked a lot like a ground hog and a garlic bulb, and later in the day they would explode into a shower of ginger candy, gummies, and granola bars as young humans whacked them with a giant branch. Hmm, strange…
Also strange were two larger humans that very slightly resembled carrots and peas.
But they all seemed happy, so she let it go. She felt the breeze move her plants to the live music and the tickle of garlic cloves being tucked under her soil.
Little human feet pattered through the dying grass maze and stomped in and out of that funny round stick nest.
The garden laughed to herself as the humans opened their strange, oval mouths to stuff in processed seeds and fruits - she thought they called them burritos and popsicles? She could never understand why the warm sun and wet rain was not enough for them. But, after all, she wouldn’t even be around if they didn’t need to eat.
As the day wore on, everything started to get a little slow and sleepy and145 of her smiling two-legged pals moved from her green grass back towards their own homes. It had been such a wonderful day and she was more than ready to rest under friendly grey clouds. All around her echoed a season’s worth of little voices shouting “Thank you, garden!”
Photo Credit to the wonderful grown-up human: Frank Marquez