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Ha. That one looks a bit like a fucklechuck. 🤣 Anyway.
Still waiting for the plants to die. Did have a few that just didn’t come up, but I’ve decided I couldn’t have killed what never lived. I’m looking forward to this winter so I can PLAN. I want to build teepees for indeterminate tomatoes and plant a couple cherry trees. I’m going to do my seedlings entirely differently than I ever have before. Which I suppose means the cabbage and lettuce under the grow lights downstairs will have to take a break while I prepare for spring….I’m already excited by all the things I messed up this year so I can fix them next year. 😂
I remember sometimes while I’m out there in the golden hour listening to the mourning doves and murmuring to green things that once upon a time I feared failure, feared judgment. So many years I did little because you can’t start anything at perfect. The wrinkles suck. The wonky knee and gray hairs do not delight me. But lord this is happiness. Straight to the marrow of the bones happiness. Maybe because I was the way I was, it’s more than it might have been…that notion eases the regret over time wasted some. I don’t ever need to be good at anything. I just need the opportunity to try, to learn, to see what happens. You know, I don’t even know how I got here. It started with a pencil, I think, and it’s just been hopping from stone to stone ever since. I never looked up, never had this destination in mind, let alone any to come. I like that, too. The adventure of just wondering and wandering. The emergence of all the best parts of me that never got to live.
Worth a wonky knee. 😂
Still waiting for the plants to die. Did have a few that just didn’t come up, but I’ve decided I couldn’t have killed what never lived. I’m looking forward to this winter so I can PLAN. I want to build teepees for indeterminate tomatoes and plant a couple cherry trees. I’m going to do my seedlings entirely differently than I ever have before. Which I suppose means the cabbage and lettuce under the grow lights downstairs will have to take a break while I prepare for spring….I’m already excited by all the things I messed up this year so I can fix them next year. 😂
I remember sometimes while I’m out there in the golden hour listening to the mourning doves and murmuring to green things that once upon a time I feared failure, feared judgment. So many years I did little because you can’t start anything at perfect. The wrinkles suck. The wonky knee and gray hairs do not delight me. But lord this is happiness. Straight to the marrow of the bones happiness. Maybe because I was the way I was, it’s more than it might have been…that notion eases the regret over time wasted some. I don’t ever need to be good at anything. I just need the opportunity to try, to learn, to see what happens. You know, I don’t even know how I got here. It started with a pencil, I think, and it’s just been hopping from stone to stone ever since. I never looked up, never had this destination in mind, let alone any to come. I like that, too. The adventure of just wondering and wandering. The emergence of all the best parts of me that never got to live.
Worth a wonky knee. 😂
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