It’s such a slog to get groceries these days that we’ve taken to texting our neighbors before we go: “Hey, heading to the Bowl. Need anything?”
The pings and pongs of text messages land in our talking minicomputers:
“Oh yeah, some broccoli!”,
“Can you get us some sugar?”
“We’re all set, but thank you for asking!”
And they’ve been doing the same for us.
These days, it’s the little things that matter.
After one of our trips, the neighbor across the street gave us a bush frond of fennel. She’s a gardener.
We put the fennel in some water and stuck it on our counter.
A few days later, while she was washing dishes, V said, “Hey, I think there’s a caterpillar in the fennel!”
Lo and behold, meet the newest member of our family—Marty!
Marty is a prodigious eater and shitter.
Their poops are little, but everywhere.
These days, it’s the little things that matter.
Because, like the fennel that carried the almost invisible swallowtail egg that turned into Marty, these days, look for the little things that will lead you to something wonderful and beautiful.