Seasoning

 

In the beginning she tilled the ground, broke up the clods of earth and let air and light into the soil. The next day she scattered seeds. Some in rows, others in mounds, and tucked them all in under a warm blanket of soil.

They began to grow, knowing not from where they came, so their curious little minds began creating stories.

The peas, winding their way up trellises believed that the light called to them and in their hearts they heard it saying, "Higher, if you love me rise higher."

The beans grew straight and narrow, knowing it was the only way.

Pumpkins spread, lazy and careless, wanting only to loll about on the soft earth and enjoy their being.

The oregano, basal and garlic scented something beautiful in the air.

But the peppers were hot and alert and spread among all the others, asking questions, creating needs. The peppers were not content to be. They needed to know from whence they came. They wanted to know where they would go and so the stories began.

Soon the beans and peas were kneeling and begging forgiveness for not being enough. 

The pumpkins burst forth into bloom, hoping it was enough.

The seasonings quivered in the light.

And the peppers went right on heating things up.

Until one day she came out.

Picked them all,

And ate them.