“Madame, I have seen you in the garden, every morning. What grows?”
The musician was soothing in his query, a man long able to put at ease the subjects of his interrogations.
“Ah, the garden, I have put in a row of carrots, another of beets, another of radishes, and yet another of….rocket?”
“Arugula, we say.”
“Arugula,” said Madame. And behind those posts, some onions, and to the side, seed potatoes.”
“I see,” said the musician. “There is some green blooming.”
“Yes!” Madame’s excitement knew no bounds. “The radishes have come up the most, the arugula next, and now we are starting to see the blooms of the beets. The root vegetables, they are taking longer.”
“I am looking forward to them. How long, do you suppose?”
“To eat? A month. Perhaps a little sooner for the radishes and carrots. The will need to be moved further apart, but not yet.”
“Just in time for summer,” said the musician.