questions to avoid

I never did like weeding. Getting dirt under my fingernails, harvesting vegetables. The bee buzz and the sunshine and the monotony.

So why is it so easy to glorify now? Wandering through the verdant patch. Dragging my hands through greenery all pressing in around me. Snacking on string beans straight from the vine. Washing the hostile orange from my arms after harvesting a bunch of tomatoes from plants desperate under the weight of their own bounty, yet loathe to give it up all the same.

(It's their fault, to be sure.)