Wednesday, June 7, 2006
Mother Earth, a.k.a. The Nesting Feeling
A friend of mine told me that I'm acting like "mother earth" lately. Wha?Oh, I get it. It's because I told her what I'm reading and that I planted a garden on Sunday.
See? It's got tomato, basil, mint, parsley and cilantro in it. Isn't it pretty?
It's my very first garden and I'm excited for it to take off. It was a lot of freakin' work to dig, though. I went out there Sunday afternoon to break ground and quickly realized that though they look shapely, if I do say so myself, my arms are comprised of the most miniscule muscle fibers in the world. I was mostly using my back and shoulder muscles (ask me how I know) and I kept running the shovel into some big ass roots and even a brick. After about 40 minutes, into the house I went seeking a much needed drink of water while breathing heavy and beet-faced. Huz was doing housework inside and I got kind of pissy with him asking him if he realized that men have more muscle mass than women; he got the hint and finished the digging job for me while I ran back out to Home Depot for some soil (ours was very thick and clay-like) to mix in. So, grow little garden, grow! I will be oh so excited if and when some tomatoes bloom.
I also told my friend what book I'm currently reading (Taking Charge of Your Fertility).
So, yes, I guess she's got a point. I'm thinking all things fertility lately.
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In other news, my fur child Cambridge has an eye ulcer. What next, little one? Always something wrong with you! :( We're giving her antibiotic drops for 2 weeks and hoping it goes away or off to a freakin' eye specialist we go (I can hear the cash registers now...cha ching, cha ching... - right after we laid down $560 for car brakes. Yeesh.). |
