May. 24, 2008 at 11:43am
(fun times in the yard?)
I just spent an hour of my life sweating against dandelions and inappropriately long grass (those bits that weren't brown, anyway.)
I'm feeling a bit burdened by the load of things I want to do back there, like a raised vegetable bed, new and improved patio furniture, less weeds and more plants, and other banal things. Mostly, I fear the yard will once again become mired under by apathy and lack of energy, and yet... I don't know. I want to be encouraged, I want to have a cool place to hang out, or to have friends hang out; I want to pick my own tomatoes and smell their stems on my hands, taste the warm juice dripping down the sides of my mouth.
I feel like a kid-- 'I want I want I want"-- and yet it's depressing to note that what I want, I must do.
And maintain. All on my own, this summer.
(apathy, here I come...)
musing her way through arts, culture, dining, shopping, exercising, and parenting, all while wearing a pungent, truffle-like aroma.