A weekend of firsts: first peas from the garden (eat ’em raw, people!), first spinach (really just two leaves to identify what’s been nibblin’ it), first mesclun (really just leaves that uprooted when weeding), first scallion (really just an onion knocked out too early), first house guest, first rose bloom (a Charlotte Red), first pages of a new writing project, first swim in Curtis Pond, and first quote written in my journal from my first Colum McCann novel: “I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.”
Overheard at my beloved co-op:
Someone inquires about a new book in the store by a local author.
Woman: “Oh, yeah, she just a woman who…(blah blah blah).”
Man standing at the counter: “It’s never “just” a woman.”
I love this place.