the big thing

The big thing is the garden. The gardener is blind one eye and his wife ain't got eggs, but the garden is one thing he truly sees, as truly as the dirt in a pair of pants. And of course, and for no other reason, she became the beloved one, busying herself as a chicken would with the food and the dirt and the old turmoil of talk. She had three eggs, he said, and lost all three of it. And for some reason the garden became bigger than the eggs she had.