In the world of The Inadvertent Gardener, one thing holds true: Not even the easy stuff seems to go as planned.
Take today’s celebration, for example. One year ago today, I posted my first entry. (Actually, truth be told, I wrote three posts and then back-posted by two days so I could send the link to a few friends and make the blog look like it had more than one entry. But the first post is dated May 6, 2006, so I’m going with that.)
That being said, I somehow got it in my head that the first post was on May 5, not May 6. This is why, after brunch yesterday, Steve and I set off for Hy-Vee in search of a new shower curtain liner, some Dran-o (I know it’s bad for the environment, but the tub must drain, people. It must drain.), and cupcakes with which to celebrate. It was, without question, an odd combination for the store clerk to ring up.
“You should take the cupcake out to the garden,” said Steve, and it was a great idea, but for the fact that yesterday was awfully breezy.
As it turns out? Matches and breeziness? Not good friends. “Why don’t you go and get the lighter?” Steve asked after I lit my third match to no avail.
The lighter didn’t work much better, but we did manage to get the candle lit and the appropriate photo shot. Steve headed for the house with the cupcake, and I turned back around to see if I could get a shot of an emerging pea shoot or something.
Meanwhile, behind me, Steve let out an unprintable word. The cupcake had somehow flipped off the plate and landed icing-first in the grass.
“Good thing we bought extras,” I said, shooting a picture of him holding the empty plate, the cupcake at his feet in the grass.
I finished shooting photos of seedlings and came inside to write my blog entry and download my pictures.
What pictures? said my computer. We don’t see no stinkin’ pictures on that memory card.
Somehow, without any sign of corruption or weirdness, my iPhoto import turned disastrous. Photos of a dinner earlier in the week? Gone. All my birthday cupcake photos? Gone.
“Did you throw away the candle?” I asked Steve.
He had not, and we paraded back out to the garden for another photography session. I tried to imagine what my neighbors must think of me, then stopped when I got to the part where they shake their heads sadly and say, “Is she really having a birthday party for her garden?”
We nestled the cupcake plate back amidst the garlic, and Steve started trying to light the candle again. I shot furiously, taking picture after picture before the wind blew out the candle again.
I slid my camera in my jeans pocket and picked up the cupcake plate just as Steve said, “Did you take all those pictures with the candle backward?”
I squinted at the cupcake. “No, I did not.”
“I think you did.”
I refused to present the camera as evidence, because it occurred to me that, in fact, Steve was right. The candle had been backward, presenting itself more like a mutant seven than a one.
And then? At that moment? The weight of the candle began to topple the cupcake, which very nearly fell off the plate and on the ground. Steve was beside himself.
This time, however, the photos did appear when I tried to import them into iPhoto. And I figured out, in time, that I had celebrated a day early, which might be why there were so many glitches in the situation.
But, at least, thanks to Photoshop and its handy-dandy photo flipping option, I present to you the cupcake, topped with a one. Happy birthday, li’l blog.