grocery list

Dearest husband, I love you, but it’s too hot to even think about food. 

May I suggest we trade places with a bee and drink the landscape instead? Perhaps for dessert we could find a sweet patch of clover.

But if you’re going to the store anyway, a plump peach would be nice, maybe a dark, juicy plum too. If flowers won’t do, stone fruit can be a compromise.

Some avocados too, please, not too soft and not too hard; don’t worry about bread, I’ll make a loaf of sourdough.

Wait—what if we scrapped the list and moved to the country and never had to go grocery shopping ever again because everything we could want grew outside our windows? We could open the glass and reach out and pluck a sun-warmed apricot and eat it dripping over the sink. We could adopt a colony of bees and start a commune.

Maybe it’s not hard to discover new ways to live after all.