Words: slim,
sprout, far-flung, number
Digging
holes in the earth is not what I was created for. Singing and dancing is way
better than dirt under my fingernails.
The number
of vegetables I’ve planted for Mama is nearing 30. May not sound like a high
number, but it is. Trust me, and my broken, dirty nails.
Mama
thinks there’s no better job than working mother earth. Which means, slim
chance to none I’ll get out of doing this. And it’s not just the soil, it’s the
bugs, the watering, the fertilizing (don’t get me started on the smell), pulling
weeds, harvesting, turning soil, cleaning, canning, selling. You get the
picture.
Daniella,
Mama says, you’re a natural green thumb. Can I just say how happy I am my thumb
is NOT really green? You want to know my secret to all the growing? Singing. I sing to my
plants, sing while I water, then just watch those seeds sprout.
My dream
of singing in the town musical has always been a dream. A far-flung dream at that.
But if I could just have the chance to try.
Hmmm. I may just have an idea growing,
and I know I won't need a green thumb for that.
