My green thumb has been itching of late. At first, I thought it was just a case of chapped skin brought on by too many hand washings, too little lotion and frigid February temperatures.
However, while picking up a few things at my local hardware store the other day, I happened upon a huge seed display rack. Taller than me and more colorful to boot, there it stood, surrounded by a plethora of gardening tools - unassuming yet conspicuous, decorous but at the same time obvious.
My first attempt to just walk on by the fantabulous structure was immediately met with a slight tingle in my left forearm, followed by a small flutter in my stomach. Silently, I regretted my early morning decision to skip breakfast and once again tried to bypass what had now become my nemesis.
But the tingle would not subside! Instead, it progressed to my left thumb and settled there, daring me to take another step without looking through the packets, each adorned with a colorful picture of promise on the front and planting instructions on the back.
Well, what could I do readers but succumb to the thumb? Indeed, like a cat in a tuna factory, I pawed and sniffed at those tiny envelopes until I found the ones I wanted, arched my back ever so slightly, leisurely made my way to the checkout and paid for my purchases. Then, I proceeded to walk out to the parking lot and climb into the passenger seat of my husband's truck.
As I settled in and clicked my seatbelt in place, I turned to look at my husband, only to see a quizzical expression on his face. I blinked several times, tilted my head to the right and gave him the "is there something wrong look" he has come to know over the years.
He smiled, reached over and picked a small seed from my hair and started the truck.
