i never really stopped to think about how weird it is when mimi waves and says hi to random strangers we see on elevators, driving down the street with windows open, or sitting at a restaurant. it didnt occur to me that is was anything but sweet that she was so open and friendly, until one day as we were driving with the windows rolled down, we stopped at a light, and there were a bunch of day laborers standing by the side of the road next to our car. mimi turns to me and says, "mama, wave and say hi to every body!"
sometimes when i think about giving up on life in general, and sitting like a blob all day, unbidden my mind fills up with images of a neglected garden turning brown, rotting, dying, and thats often enough motivation to keep going, if for no other reason than to prevent the desolation from becoming reality. is it weird that when i think of dying one day, that i get sad knowing my garden will die when i am gone? i dont think anyone else would go tend to it when i am no longer around. i hope they will at least keep a plant or two in remembrance of me, but the little pollinator waystation i've been working for several years now to create will likely be razed and no more.
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