The light has come on…

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One of my first interactions with my college roommate was in the computer lab, my sophomore year. She was listening to John Denver and commenting on how much she loved his voice. My mom was a pretty avid John Denver fan and we would spend many a morning listening to the An Evening with John Denver record (a what? Record?). Every time I listen to it now it still takes me to a carefree day where it isn’t stifling hot or bitter cold but the perfect warmth with a gentle breeze and nothing but brilliant blue skies and sunshine so bright you almost have to squint to see. So at that moment when she professed her love of John Denver I knew there was something about her that I liked.

She grew up in a home where walks in the woods were a must, meals were made from scratch and there was something simplistically perfect and ideal about life.
She had a passion for food, in the greatest sense possible. She would create the most incredible meals using nothing but fresh ingredients and would beam with pride and excitement. I remember one day when she came into the apartment with a book about vegetables or gardening and sat down to look at it. She suddenly gasped with delight and said, “That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!” She flipped the book for me to have a look and I was expecting an idyllic flower garden with a stone path leading beneath a canopy of ivy and a water fountain in the distant corner of the garden. Instead on the page was the picture of a tomato. Don’t get me wrong, as far as tomatoes go I guess that it was a good looking tomato. I wasn’t a big veggie fan at the time. I figured tomatoes were tolerable when in something like a salad. There was something in her enthusiasm though for the simple things in life that was inspirational.

Years later now, as I mentioned in an earlier post, I have a garden. The other evening we harvested a fresh cucumber and cherry tomatoes. I made a salad using those and some other produce I had bought fresh and when I got done I looked at it and thought to myself, “That is a gorgeous salad”. I about doubled over in laughter because I remembered my roommate and the picture of the tomato. I never thought in a million years I would use the adjective gorgeous for a salad, but here I was. The light went on for me. There is something beautiful in the simple act of working hard in a patch of dirt and having something grow. There is a feeling of pride when you know that it was hard work but you now get to see and literally taste the “fruit” of your labor (don’t mind the cliches). So to my roommate I say thank you for being an inspiration to enjoy the simple things in life. As for me I will be looking for more of the simple pleasures…

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One thought on “The light has come on…

  1. OH yay!! The simple things are just wordlessly lovely. No way around it for me.

    You’re welcome. I’d admire tomatoes in paper in your presence any day! *grin*

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