Relative Something

She enriches my life immeasurably in countless ways and today I would like to share a few morsels of her splendor. The produce garden Cyndie hastily planted last spring during the distracting interruption of a knee replacement surgery has now run its course. Last of all the plants to be pulled from the dirt was a stalk of Brussels sprouts that offered edible buds roughly the size of peas.

They were delicious, but at that size, and based on my gut’s eventual reaction, I fear I may have eaten too many in one serving.

Something interesting showed up on our counter and I had to ask what it was.

“A pumpkin!” she says.

In trying to figure out how to describe the size from memory, I decided it could compare to a tennis ball. Looking at the photo again this morning, it reminded me more of a clementine orange. Cyndie disagreed and pulled out a clementine to show me them side by side as proof. The little orange was definitely bigger.

She felt it was more like a lime and pulled one from the fridge to compare. Nope. Even the lime was bigger.

We’ve concluded the little pumpkin compares closer to a ping-pong ball.

Apparently, the dry year we’ve had has squelched the size of some of the garden produce.

One of the best contributions Cyndie provides in support of my blog (beyond the endless fodder for entertaining stories) is the great images she captures on her phone.

The other night as the moon was climbing through clouds while she was walking Delilah, she snapped this gem:

It’s like a painting.

I am a really lucky guy to have this artist’s handiwork in my life.

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