Saturday, May 24

Sometimes I wish my brain could switch gears from one creative project to another. I have been spending mondo amounts of time in my yard which leaves very little time for writing. Or cooking. Or providing enough time to brush the cat. Or brush Ben. Or watch television (Gossip Girl & Jenny are a rather startling mix). Or paint something magenta. Everything has been placed on the back burner while I deal with the pine tree that Dante thought would be a funny joke on Ben & Jenny.

The combination of the fall of the 4 story tall pine tree last December and Ben and my pinch penny thoughts of chopping, cutting, hauling, and disposing of the tree has now given me the reputation of the urban logger among my neighbors. Not that I mind this title all that much. I would rather be seen as an urban logger than say, the creepy peeping tom or the girl who loiters for long amounts of time in her car even after she has turned off the ignition. I just want this 25+ hour project to have a finite ending to which would allow my so called gardening life to ebb and flow freely again.

I'm not quite sure where my 40 year old-something love of gardening is stemming from. Perhaps it is my long standing childhood love of graph paper plotting & mapping. Or perhaps it is my utmost desire to design a garden that enables hidden, fragrant places- little private spaces for a tea party with a niece or one day (light years away) my daughter. A space that, if I was a child, I could pretend no one else in the whole wide world knew about. A space that, if I was a wild imaginative twenty-something, I could pretend was my very own space for writing & dreaming.

Good things:
Radio: Venus by Air. The piano melody makes me picture lungs swelling and exhaling.
Poem: Mother Night written by Jim Harrison
Lofty aspirations: A cottage garden

posted by Jenny Saturday, May 24, 2008

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