Sparky's Madness

     I thought I was going to the creek this morning, but my hands assured me that isn't happening today.  I opted for drinking beer, eating BC powders and digging in the yard.  I also found out what I hate about gardening.  Grass!  Weeds!  Things I didn't plant!  

    I spent a while digging in the front part of the farm section, clearing out the morning glories that never bloomed and pulling weeds.  I have banana trees and canna lillies going crazy, plus I just planted to mammoth elephant ear plants there, that will need four feet on all sides to grow properly.  

    I have that one raised bed, too big to move and paint, sitting in the center.  Mind you, all this stuff has to be moved out of the way the moment I decide to pull my camper out of here and go somewhere.  Yes, I will be going somewhere, eventually.  The camper folks don't honor any warranties unless you bring the damned thing to them and I didn't set it up that way.  I put it in where it has real plumbing and electricity.

    I'll have plants for sale next season, since the food for this one didn't work out, I've been diligently planting and spreading them out for the babies they continue to make.

    I'm going to get a load of dirt on Monday, because I have over a hundred pots that need it and plenty of seed to start a winter crop, which I will be taking down to the farm land, which is conveniently two miles from where I work Monday through Friday.

    In case you didn't know I'm taking every last rock with me, when I do decide to go elsewhere and or get my farm land.

    I was thinking of all my stuff in storage and how little of it I've needed, but I'm not mad about that bill, it's there for when I have a house with land to farm.  It's my stuff, it's beautiful, it makes me happy and it's not for yard consumption like some of the stuff I have here.  Just like stuff in the camper, you'd be surprised what you really don't need when you start micro living.

    I successfully propigated some of the red crepe myrtle clippings I took from the neighbor's yard.  I'm planning to keep one or two for myself, not to mention the purple one next door keeps seeding the yard and I keep sticking them in pots too.

    I was really messed up for a minute, being on my own, just the dog and me.  I've never had any of this before and there's always been people to care for.

    I was laying in bed the other night thinking to myself, "this is what you've always wanted, your own spot, your own space, no one around to tell you what to do and you're doing just fine sister."

    It's true.  I am doing just fine.

    It's so lovely.

    I had some frenemies, probably drunk, because that's what they do, who sent the police around to my house, for a "wellness check."  It was late, we were in the bed sleeping, because I have a job I have to be up at 4 am to get ready for.  I wasn't nice to the police and life is a boomerang, those bitches better learn to duck.

    I talk about mental illness because someone needs to but it's not the ignorance it used to be and sending the police when you're not a friend makes you look like an ass.

    I have too many people I can reach out to, too many little projects going to make me well and if you don't care about me in the first place, shame on you.  Assholes.

    I love my divorce, my celibacy and my garden.  The garden gets all my love and needs it and returns it to me like I never expected.

    I don't do the whole misery loves company thing, thanks anyways.

    I have more plants being donated to me on Monday, canna lillies and lambs ear and a flower that's purple.  I ordered some different varieties of sun flowers, just because I wanted them and I've officially run out of yard.

    It's such a beautiful life.