March 30, 2009
all I want is...this ashtray
my brother thinks I'm crazy talking to the plants. while I do not know if it really works like the researchers say - I do know that it makes me happy and silly to talk to them as I dead-head them or check for catepillars. I look to see if the pots need turning, who is happy with their room mate and who is not blooming or growing. the dogs trot along beside me and lizzie looks to look at each leaf or bud I pull from the pots. she is a curious little girl. a catepillar has been very naughty and has ravaged my basil....but I'm reluctant to spray the plants because of the nasty things it does to the earth and the possibility that I could be killing a butterfly. I figure the three dollars I paid for the basil is nothing compared to seeing a butterfly flit around my garden.
the hummingbird feeder was broken and I can't find another like it (yet) so I settled (for now) with the ugly plastic feeder. today I filled it with nectar with hopes birds will find their way to it. unfortunately the grass seed thrown last week washed away in the last round of storms. but it made the birds happy to fish the bits that stayed on top of the ground.
I guess I'm channeling a bit of Martha...though I am really more like her daughter on "whatever Martha". it's just what makes me happy this week is the thing. and don't we all want to be happy at least for a bit? and it keeps away the boredom in between the searches and housework. is that what happiness is? a purpose in life? or is it the fact that we enjoy a purpose....or are just all like steve martin in the jerk - we need is an ashtray and a special purpose?
gack! I've become so dang girly I can't stand it. *grin* but, I guess it balances out as I have to figure out how to shoot cars sooner than later. (more about that as details become available)
scribbled by Char