Today’s Happy Note: Dark purple irises! And lily of the valley.
My mother’s garden is better than your mother’s garden…
Wandering around the garden is one of my favorite things to do when I’m “home.” Now I won’t lie — I am not especially useful. My weeding tolerance is, oh, about five minutes, and I prefer tree climbing to transplanting. But I love looking at the flowers.
I don’t know if I ever mentioned this, but this semester, in my writing class (“prose forms”) I became obsessed (OBSESSED) with writing about flowers and gardens. It actually got to the point where I couldn’t physically write about anything else, which I think is okay because I wasn’t writing the same thing every time. And these were not your grandmother’s flower poems either. No, they were crazy and dirty and scary and bizarre and half-asleep and cocooning and emerging and rampant and colored. I figured that, since I now have so many strange poems about flowers, trees, and nature, I might as well share one! I might share more later. They’re in various stages of editing — none of them are what I would consider “final” drafts at all.
I have this garden and the crocuses
always come up first and
then the tulips, bloody
little stars, then daffodils
and hasta and weeds.
I have this garden with lavender,
sometimes potatoes and all kinds
of relatives come to turn over
the stale earth which I wish would just
fester and boil over and be done with the
damn black-eyed susans.
There are these roses and these
shrubs from Korea and the ants
and the willows and dirty men
perched on shovels and clay soil
and lily of the valley and three
crab apple trees for
Imagine I didn’t know what an apartment
or a city block looked like and now
I’m all jammed in here like shriveling fruit.
I hide under my bed looking for space,
for dirt-covered men who might hand me a
shovel or a sapling or a piece of air.
There is only a tiny park here. No
coyotes in my dreams anymore, no pile-of-stone
maps. I want a cut of earth where
nobody knows my name.
Okay, crazy flower talk over.
Exercise: Five miles. Felt sluggish again but actually was moving along at a decent clip. Meh. One good thing about running in the woods is that you can make a pit stop really easily. In NY there are no good wooded areas for emergency bathroom breaks!
Eats: Okay, I admit it: I officially have a cereal problem. I cannot have it in the house without eating excessive amounts of it! My mom usually has some at home and it is oh so tasty. I had two bowls for a snack after dinner. It’s funny because, while I normally have a dessert — yogurt with fruit, dark chocolate, a granola bar, etc. — I don’t go overboard. I feel proud of myself that I don’t really “binge” anymore, for the most part, but cereal remains a problem. I don’t want to cut it out of my diet entirely because I would feel restricted and deprived. I just want to be able to eat it reasonably. Thoughts? Advice? Does anyone else have a cereal-only overeating problem?
Onto some pictures!
Look, my kitty:
Why are you hiding on my dinner seat Stripey?
Do you want to eat my tasty peanut noodles? Do you like peanut noodles Stripey?
Okay, it’s official. I have moved from geeky nerd to crazy cat lady.
Crack wrap for lunch! Garlic hummus and cheddar.
Burnt and gooey=yum.
Lunch dessert: dark chocolate pb sandwich! Noms.
Blueberry pomegranate smoothie.
On the whole lots of good eats today! Minus the cereal problem. Blech.
Anyone have any happy news? Exciting events, milestones, or adventures?