The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:
Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography
obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.
I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue.