Star(r)ing in the gloom
Last night I came home rather late. It was 8,30 p.m. and I was pretty tired from work. I couldn’t resist taking a tour in the garden before dinner though.
Now that’s dangerous because you start innocently looking at the plants, then you see some new buds. And some new bugs. And the same old weeds. Then you crouch and tear that big weed you really can’t stand it’s that big. Then you kneel and start weeding.
Weed. Tear. Put away. Ground. Weed. Tear. Put away. Ground. Weed. Tear. Put away. Ground…
The sky became darker, darker than usually because it was padded in black clouds too. ‘Maybe it’s gonna rain’ I thought. I didn’t realize I haven’t taken that garden tour till I start cooking dinner. It started pealing outside, so the dogs and I decided to go out and watch the storm coming.
I was there: staring in the gloom, waiting for the sky to blink. Sitting on a modular chair, Rudy sitting on me. Mina went in because she’s scared of thunders.
I love the poplar and the birches swishing in the wind.
I could sound a little mad but sometimes I just sit in the dark and imagine how could the garden be ‘if’…
Doing it on a storm helps me with flashing of reality to build a very clear image of what I’d like it to be and what I should move or plant brand new.
Then I finished my beer and went to bed. The dogs came and curled on the bed, next to me.
It did not rain.