Can’t wait to start gardening this year!!
Even though it’s going to happen a little later than I would otherwise prefer (in about a week or so I would say we will have the ground broken and - fingers crossed - planting), and we didn’t get to start any seedlings indoors (other than our herbs), I seriously cannot wait.
We bought some flats this past weekend at the Ithaca Farmers’ Market, and seeds at GreenStar. I’m excited to look at Baker Creek to get a couple more packs of things - it’s a shame I didn’t grab the seeds from the farm. I doubt they’re being put to use.
Oh well. There’s a lot that I wish I did differently, but the only thing I can do now is move forward, learn from it, and not repeat any of those same mistakes.
I think I’m doing pretty well with all that.
Looking forward to a summer filled with sunshine, outdoors, hard work, the quiet of the country, a shiny red barn, gardening, dirt, waterfalls, hiking, camping, foraging, bicycling, walking, working out, grilling, cooking, having fires, giggling, talking, kissing, holding hands, making love.
Summer 2014, I am so fucking ready for you.
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
— Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life (via thedapperproject)