A few minutes after getting home from work on Friday, my phone notifies me of a new email from work. I usually ignore these when I’m not on the clock; however, this email announced a few free slots for the Royal Victoria Marathon for interested staff. Within five minutes, I’d signed up for my first marathon.
Along with entering my shirt and sock sizes, I was asked what I wanted the announcer to say about me when I cross the finish line. Not that it makes a difference, as I won’t be able to hear it anyway. Nevertheless, I hope they honour my wish:
Before flying to London, I recruited the upstairs tenants to water the garden, as the roomie was also headed out of town for a week. I’d planted new radish seeds a week before I left, fully expecting to return to a new crop of fist-sized radishes, along with a bounty from the tomato, bush bean, and Hungarian hot pepper plants that had yet to bear fruit.
I’d long become disillusioned about my purple moon cauliflowers, of which sprouted leaves that only continued to get larger and more abundant since this June 20 picture:
A week before I was to return, I received this picture via WhatsApp. The purple moons had sprouted in my absence:
