a few days ago, our area got hit with some snow that caused a few complications: power outage, slippery road conditions, fallen trees, etc. it closed school for three days. i had made the mistake of washing a load of laundry while the storm ensued, and then the power went down before the final spin cycle. as i hunched over the bathtub, hand wringing the water from clothes and hanging them on every available rail in the house, i channeled my inner pioneer woman.
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.
Comments
Post a Comment