letters from nairobi

From My Gaaaaaarden
April 12, 2012, 18:48
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Dear reader(s) —

I know what’s been bothering you. I know all about those sleepless nights, tossing and turning in your 600-thread count sheets, awake and wondering. You can think of nothing else — your work is suffering, your health is suffering, you are suffering. Thinking. Pining. Questioning.

But no need to prolong this agony any longer. I am here. And I can finally answer the burning question that is consuming your every waking — and dreaming — moment: How is Hannah’s garden doing?

You’re welcome.

The last time I checked in on The State of the Garden, it was shortly after I planted herbs on the back balcony and crossed my fingers that they wouldn’t all immediately die, leaving me to question my competency as an adult and someday parent.

None of the plants abruptly perished, but some have done better than others.

(As a side note: N. and I can’t utter the words “from my garden” without giggling. When we lived in Nicaragua, we ate at an organic restaurant in the city of Granada, where we were served by the expat chef/owner/waiter who insisted on explaining each and every dish on the menu and then intoning, in the most pompous tone imaginable, “from my gaaaaarden.”)

Without further ado, the plants I am growing — in my gaaaaarden — and three of my new friends who live on the front balcony:

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Now, you can rest easy.


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Look at those tomatoes!

Comment by Karen

I ❤ your garden.

Comment by Anthony

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