|Rock me, baby!|
|Know anyone that would like a friendly rat?|
I drowned my sorrows in my coffee mug at The Red Cup. I looked prepared for the day in my new, one-size-too-big-but-they-had-every-size-but-mine-and-I-wanted-the-red-ones rain boots, with my "cranky" socks with a big hole in the heel. My jeans were rolled up and my gray hoodie was going to keep me cozy and warm. Too warm - it was steamy-muggy. I might have looked prepared on the outside, but on the inside I was fighting it. Why couldn't this stuff happen on a weekday?
The topic of conversation makes a turn like a hook-echo and suddenly we're discussing gardens and yardwork. One friend tells us about the jungle in her backyard that is getting so bad that she fears it might swallow her 3 1/2-year old child. She said that the worse it gets, the more she tries to ignore it. All it does is inspire her to work harder on beautifying the front yard (which is gorgeous, by the way). We start planning a progressive garden gnome party, and suddenly my day brightens.
By the time we were done, seeds were already being planted in the mind to make a community garden. The soil was rich from the vetch and other plants, and new compost was already being formed with the growth that was removed. The former raised-bed hoophouse would make a great chicken coop (don't tell the city!). The used-to-be jungle now had mulberry trees that could breathe again, with the vines cut and unwound from their trunks and branches. Some pecan and oak trees remained to provide a green barrier from the sounds of the car wash on the other side of the fence. There were several park benches that were spared from the dump when a mega-chain store axed the deli area. The yard is now ready for summer dance parties. I might even invite the sun gods.
Needless to say, four hours with a machete was all I needed to bring me out of a tornado-induced slump. Or, maybe, it was the company of friends with nothing better to do on a stormy day than to organize an impromptu help-a-neighbor event. It wouldn't have happened without the threat of violent weather. Thank you, Oklahoma, for bringing me this gray day with some great people. Looks like we made lemonade, after all.
|Saving the mulberries, one twisty vine at a time|
|Water brought to you by Clouds, Current made extra fast by the courtesy of Wind, and Happy Toes made possible by Sunshine.|