Conversations in our kitchen
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Beloved is holding the small person, looking out the back window to the garden, appearing thoughtful.
– Now I’m home with small more often, perhaps you should tell me what needs doing in the garden so I can help.
– Really? You want to garden?
– Well, yes. I might need something to do.
– Okay. There’s heaps of stuff to do at the moment. Do you want a list?
– Yes. But you can only write one list, you can’t lose it and rewrite it over and over again. Just stick it on the fridge.
* * *
List is written. List is on fridge. I go to work. I come home.
– Good day?
– Yep, small slept well and we spent a bit of time in the garden.
– Oooh, nice. What did you do?
– Just some weeding around the raised bed in the middle of the garden.
– Was that on the list?
– No. But it was just weeding.
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Later, I take rubbish out to bins. Bins are in garden. In the most non-checking-up-way I can muster, I investigate the site of the weeding.
– You know the weeding?
– Mm hmm.
– Not actually weeds. Actually bulbs. Gift from grandfather.