Back in May I was worried about my cabbages. It was already warming up beyond ambient cabbage temperatures and they hadn’t formed heads yet.
I feared they never would.
But they did.
Mainly this one:
A beautiful 2 1/2 pound purple cabbage.
A humble cabbage, just like the piles of cabbages in the produce department. What does it cost, an organic purple cabbage? More and more these days, but for all the coddling and watering and fertilizing and daydreaming and photographing this thing has been the object of . . . I don’t know, it’s more to me than the going rate for cabbage in the store. But it’s still only a cabbage. Thousands more people may have seen this particular cabbage than the average cabbage, but it’s going to be turned into slaw all the same.
When you’ve grown it yourself, though, you think about it a lot more.
Emerson said, What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects. What is life but what a man is thinking of all day?
By this reckoning right now my life is about 2% cabbage.
Gardening changes the angle from which we look at things. For the better? What do you think?