Still Life
June 25, 2005

It's not really like me to stop and take pictures of the flowers. Let alone chat with people about how to grow them (thanks Gene). I don't grow flowers. I don't really dig in the dirt a whole lot. Dirt is dirty and potentially full of bugs. Then there's the whole sunscreen factor. Don't get me started.
OK, here's what I can do. I can stick herbs in the dirt, hope they grow. I will water them. I will occasionally pull a weed or two, cut them back a bit, put them in tasty dishes, harvest them to dry. That's it. That's all I'm good for.
I've never used a power tool to aid in yard work. Never. I've never run a lawn mower. Weed wacker. Power edger. Nor any kind of bush buzz-saw.
I'm not a purist. I'm just dangerous with power tools and not very interested. So the strange neighborhood lady who cultivates her entire yard with just a shovel, yeah I don't think she's so very crazy. Maybe just a bit too much time on her hands.
But here I am, not working and making time for family, in a way I've never really done before. Sure I need some extra allowances for my toddler, but it's really just about spending time. Not the usual get in, get out, get over it kind of thing I barely managed to pull off when I was working.
Talking to people about flowers they grow. I'm not a phony, I think it comes across that I'm not really interested in growing them myself. I'm just interested in the people growing them. They're very proud.
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