Come out come out where ever you are....

Fairies....where are you????  I have been building Fairy houses with my son in our yard, for the last 2-3 weeks.  He likes to call them Gnome houses.  It's a guy thing.  What a way to get carried away with, for a few hours.  Plus it is helping me to see my garden from a different vantage point, not to mention the cleaning up of debris around the perennials.  I love what a few innocent hours can do for your adult brain to help you get a good perspective on whats important in this world.

There is definitely a difference between my girl brain and his boy brain.  When I'm done I want to become the little gnome or fairy waiting till twilight to get my dibs on the digs.  My son on the other hand wants to bulldoze it to make way for the next Gnome Depot.  Go figure.

As far as my other "gardening" things go, I had mentioned that my window boxes were looking tired, well I think my little fairy friends have been helping out in that department because they are looking absolutely beautiful right now.  I'll take it, then pay it forward when the time comes.

Again

again the link: A Chemical Reaction

Some Good Info

I recived the NOFA newsletter and in it was a quip about a movie premier coming up on Sept 23 at 2pm at the Kendall Square Theater. This is a documentary about the move in Canada to ban Chemical Applications on a wide scale. It looks to be very good and I may try to attend. Here is the link: A Chemical Reaction


See ya!

Which direction....

I am feeling a bit overwhelmed. The vacuum is running, I am sitting under artificial lights, and the conversations swirling around me are nothing to do with my existence. This is not the organic life. But it is my life. I am at my place of work and it is a garden center. I am not on the clock for all you people (like myself) who are overly ethical.

This is a strange place for someone who loves the outdoors. My job has transitioned into more of a desk thing (oh ick). Not a place I would have said I'd be 10 years ago.

It takes all types of jobs to make the world right. I personally can see myself raising goats, or herbs or both. Or maybe I could live off wages made by selling my art work..... but my stuff isn't hung on walls, unless it is used in a fight to be a projectile.

I guess I am floating, but who isn't. I still feel like I'm onto something big. Like I will walk into my life's passion or goal. I have felt this way for a long time....hmmmm, maybe I'm too optimistic? Is there such a thing.

Very chaotic, my writing is. That would be my best attempt at YODA, who by the way I believe is very Buddha like to me.

I will be back, and not every day but when life gives me the opening. Now I must go pick up my other life's work, my son( she says as she skips to the parking lot).

Namaste' nan

Fall air on Cape Cod

It is a glorious day on Cape Cod. The wind in blowing just enough to knock over the leaves in my son's Gnome house. He will think the little buggers are partying. heeheehee.

My window boxes are looking tired, to my standards, but this is yet a thing I have come to accept at this time of year. Soon I will decorate them with fall delisiousness.

I know for some the end of the summer is a bit depressing but for me it is a time of introspection and beginnings.

I can begin to plan for next years plants and the research charges me up with renewed energy.

I have new plans, (she says as she rings her hands together with a bit of a cackle). I will start a new shade bed, and possibly start a raised bed in the middle of the yard for vegetables next year.
Of course this is with out the written consent of my husband, but I will just tell him that there will be less to mow...right?

Maybe I will explore the possibilities of a drip irrigation, hoo hoo, another thing to research. Yes I love to research, the computer and old libraries will suck me away from life and I live a simple nomadic life with tea in hand. hmmmmm.

But back to reality. maybe not too soon, to dream is but a vital part of the human spirit, is it not?

Well wishes to all- Namaste' -nan