Tuesday, May 24, 2011

dial

i've got dirt under my fingernails. i was gardening yesterday, and got filthy. i love it. i love the dirt of the earth. i love the soil. i love the smell of plants.

because i didn't properly store my garden away last year, there was quite a clean-up to do along with the planting of this year's spoils. the balcony looks great. i feel quite satisfied with my accomplishments. my favourite part was when i was digging in the herb garden and brendan sat on the chairs behind me chatting and admiring my work. while we chatted i told him about the garden i had when i was a kid. that my parents turned my old sandbox into a garden for me, and i got to have my very own alongside of my dad's. i was just little, around 6 or 7. back then it was more about the experience of growing some then about growing my own food. although i did love eating cherry tomatoes off the vine, and even now as i think of that my mouth waters. i have fond memories of gardening as a kid, and i look forward to when we have a backyard of our own and we can grow vegetables of all kinds. that will be beautiful. i chose my herb plants with intention this year, considering what we cook and what herbs we use, and selected them based on our need. i also decided to have a go at growing bell pepper's in a pot. i've tried tomatoes, green beans and clematises in the big pot before, but that spot just doesn't get enough sunlight. i always had good luck growing pepper's when i was a kid (even though i didn't eat them), so i thought i'd give it a shot this year and see how it goes. i have visions of us eating stuffed peppers with our crop. delicious. my hands are rough and chapped from my womanual labours in the garden. i rub my fingers together as a reminder that yesterday i was connected with creation. it feels like a secret that i share with myself.

the morning and early afternoon was so beautiful yesterday. but the late afternoon took a turn for the worse and we were pretty much trapped inside. since the morning and afternoon were so different they almost feel like two separate days. i knitted while we watched the ten commandments (i got it from the library). i'm kind of disappointed that charlston was such a gun-toter in his old age. i quite liked him as moses.

b and i hold different understands of the word "simple". he feels that simple is a good thing, and considers the word simple a compliment. i, on the otherhand, feel that "simplicity" or "simply" is a good thing, but simple is not. simple expresses a lacking of something. whether a lack of understanding, lack of purpose or use, a lack of depth, lack of beauty.

sometimes when i over use a word in writing it no longer looks like a word - simple. it doesn't look like a word anymore. caps usually renders something even more meaningless - SIMPLE. look at that word for a while and tell me if it looks like a word with meaning.
 
you've got a heart filled with passion,
will you let it burn for hate or compassion?

1 comment:

devious said...

hahah be prepared to stuff your peppers with a baby spoon. we used to grow potted peppers when i was a kid and they were always tasty but miniscule!!