Coolness, Cats, and Gardens

After a short spell of unseasonably warm and extremely humid weather, a sort of mirror-image Indian summer, if you will, it turned cool and breezy last night, and that was how it was when I woke up. It reminded me of fishing-trip mornings, redolent of adventure. The cat sat on a table by the window, looking out with his nose in the breeze, and I realized that for him it was different: with his sense of smell, a breezy, humid morning was probably something like reading an interesting magazine article.

Rain fell off and on, which is nice when you have a garden, which I do. But I got thinking about how my gardens have typically been on the property where I lived, but this year it's in a community garden plot in the park across town. Ordinarily I'll hover over the garden in its early weeks, checking how things are going every day. But now I can't, and it gave me an odd feeling: It was like my garden had gone away to college, and I couldn't hover over it any more. I guess I hope I've taught my garden to make good decisions, is all I can say. Better than my own at that age, at any rate.