“Are you in love with someone else?”, he asked me once just recently.. um, it’s been over 18 years, I think you’re stuck with me. “I miss when it was just you and me”.. it hadn’t been just us in quite some time. Such are the conversations of a long term relationship. I find that I get irrationally irritated sometimes.. I am not the best wife.
The day of the dandelions was one of those times. I had this big romantic notion in my head (you know how you get those), something about bonding and what’s more romantic than picking flowers, right? Silly girlie notions, thought logical Morgan. . but I was determined I was going to make us some sweet bread anyhow. It was a hard sell but he was a trooper.. even with the concerns over citified dandelions.
“We should find a meadow somewhere”.. um, a meadow of dandelions? In the city? There really isn’t much past tobacco and cotton here. “You are walking too close to the road, let’s walk back a ways”.. again, I find myself disregarding. I like to walk the woods alone, this drives him nuts as well. “You left your shoes (heavy sigh)”.. he lovingly brings me my shoes I left who knows how far back.
I wound up taking some really good pictures (my constant camera clicking a source of irritation for him, by the by) and harvesting a ton of flowers from our little neighborhood. As we were walking back, he took my hand and said, “I had this horrible vision of you getting squashed by a car”. As we held hands I realized, he wasn’t trying to fuss, he just wasn’t willing to risk what he held dear.
Sweet Dandelion Bread