A snippet of my morning to do list: deadhead flowers, then water all containers and tomatoes. I love making my rounds throughout the yard watering can in tow each morning. I feel as though I’m getting something accomplished long before the real work begins. Scents abound as the dew slowly lifts and flowers share their unique fragrances. I groom pots and quench them for the day ahead. Making my way to the tomatoes, one of my favourite garden plants. Some may disagree, but I enjoy the pungent aroma that these babies emit, and even more-so, I love the fall bounty they’ll produce.
I enter the garden, shears and watering can ready.
Instinctively I take in that something is amok. I drop the tools in hand and approach the heirlooms with trepidation. Scanning the area, my mind racing, I realize an epic battle has taken place. The Early-girls and Romas quiet sentinels.
Quite obviously Jess has been in the garden!
Debris lies scattered along the broad black space between the tomatoes and potatoes. With a nod to my Dad I always leave plenty of space between the two! Tiny pieces of white and navy blue plastic everywhere I look. Judging by the surroundings this was quite a match. My eyes land upon a mangled heap of dirt and white plastic. Obviously dead. I survey the area for more casualties. None. Clearly this creature met his demise against whomever shed the blue bits during battle.
This scene, I swear encountered just this morning, takes me back in time.
Jess loved loves transformers! And what better play setting than in the garden plot? Where dirt, rocks, sand and gravel await his imagination. I cannot begin to count how many times I’ve happened upon similar scenes, or worse, taken out a robot in disguise with the rototiller. Oops! A great gardener in the making, the boy is a good hand throughout the gardening season. I marvel that all these years later, he’s 20 now, I’m finding remnants of his play. Still a little boy at heart, do they ever grow out of it? I doubt it.
As I take it all in and debate grabbing the camera, I flashback to the days when he would list off all the members of the opposing clans. And then quiz me on it! An accepting interest in his passion, kept me in the game. He loved to draw audiences in to his world. I gladly went along. Always cheering for the heroes, I knew just what to say when he asked who my favourite character was.
As I examine the fallen soldier, dusting away the dirt and grime, I’m relieved to see that he is not one of the good guys. Another villain taken down, good-bye Decepticon, may you rest in peace. I chuckle as I say out loud for all the fruits and vegetables to hear. Call it habit or a Mother’s heartstrings –
Yes Jess, Optimus Prime is still my favourite!