The Natural In Nature
NATURE SUBMISSION:
“It’s all natural,” Kathy tells Gordon, her teenaged son. “We don’t use pesticides.”
She tears lettuce into bite-size pieces. Radishes lie on the chopping board next in line for the salad.
“But chemicals can fall from rain,” replies Gordon. He fills a glass with filtered water.
Bruno, seen through a window, is crouching between rows of spinach and lettuce in the garden.
Gordon cringes. “So much for natural. Think of all the junk that dog picks up along the way in his daily romps.”
“That’s nature,” says Kathy. “Can’t help what one is meant to do.”
“Certified organic?”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She resides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband, stuffed animals and many friends.
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