I've been in a weird frame of mind lately. What is it that drives us to do what we do? Yesterday I woke up and I had no desire to engage the world at all, but today I was a total fiend for it all. And tomorrow, who knows?
My kale and spinach and radishes have germinated and are growing. I have them covered in hoop houses. I go out there and lift the plastic and see the little things getting bigger, and it makes me happy. And those garlics! So much bigger today than this time last week.
I remember the smell of the greenhouse in my Swedish grandfather's greenhouse. He used to go in there and go to sleep. At the time (I was about 10) I thought it funny, but now it makes sense. Were but that I could talk to him now, or even my father, given what I've learned in the last 35 years.
I'm not certain what I should do anymore. "Helping friends" seems like a no-brainer. But past that, I'm looking at the end of that paddle and wondering what it's pointing to.
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I can imagine curling up in a cozy greenhouse with lovely little green sprouts all around.
ReplyDeleteCurrently pondering the metaphorical paddle myself, my friend. Wondering if I'm even paddling in the right direction, yet again. Time, perhaps, for some sails to let the wind blow...
You and me both, bella. Perhaps we should unleash our spinnakers and see where the wind takes us...
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