Sunday, April 14, 2013
So that is what I did. Seems I'm not doing either one very well, but at least I ain't folding laundry.
I do not want to give any impression or slyly toss in a hint that I may lay claim on the title, "Dutiful Husband" or even "Thoughtful Spouse". You see it is Tax Season. My wife, the accountant, is peaking right now. Staying out of her way and helping out some may not even the dreary chore scales in our marital bliss, I will say making myself scarce and looking busy when she finds me to vent keeps my skin intact for the most part. Staying busy playing Mr Domestic provides the perfect escape from the pent up tension and stress all accountants seem to pack on as April 15 approaches.
After what?......30 uh well after 30 plus years, I have gotten used to being the occasional whipping boy. When I committed way back in 1980 I guess I meant it. I knew I had my issues and baggage. I had to be willing to accept her baggage if I expected her to accept mine. Fair is fair.
After a decade or so with my green thumb on hold, I have decided to focus once again on tilling some soil. The urge returned to dig in dirt and shove plants of varying kind into it. I am hard into home owner agricultural planning. I checked inventories of starting pots, soil mixtures, and clay pots I have on hand. I created a list of what I needed to once again begin a Spring ritual I am not sure why I stopped in the first place. Growing stuff is a rewarding endeavor. Doesn't cost much more than some time and calorie burning.
I have shrubbery I want to take cuttings from and pass safely rooted and ready to go on to a good neighbor. I might even keep some and sprinkle them around the yard. I have some old raised beds reclaimed and almost ready for something...................foodwise or otherwise. Yeah, it's time for me to reclaim my green thumb. Oh I have maintained the yard these past years. But only to control it. No pleasure, just doing the minimum to keep off the shit list here on Sam Page Road. Time to step it up again.
The image up top is of the juniper variety living in the bed near the garage after a heavier than usual dew last summer. Had to bum out the local spider population seeing as how the dew ruined the transparent factor of their webs during that early morning hunt. I imagine the one spider poking his head out is pissing and moaning about what Ma Nature left in his dooryard that morning.