Planting Onions

I planted onion seeds today. It was an act of faith. Faith in the seeds: when I tried starting onions from seeds two years ago, the seeds didn't do much for me. (This time, I will keep them in cooler temperatures and moister soil.) Faith in my mother's commitment to her garden: they are going into her garden, not mine, as onions need big-time space that I just don't have. Faith that a tiny, poky black pyramid will transform into something delicious to eat. It's been a busy, crabby week (teething baby, no sleep). When I walked outside to put away my trowel, smelling the late-afternoon not-quite-frozen golden air, I felt, at last, at peace.