The Garden Before

In the last month, I've spent many 5 o'clock hours admiring the garden in the late afternoon. The sun sheds and makes the world golden. Though I have no evidence, I imagine the plants take the most from the world during this hour, because they are so beautiful. Scout is coming next week to pick up my three largest plants: a jade and two crowns-of-thorns. I am glad she will shed the pots and plant in dirt in her yard. I am on a mission for a sparer garden, emphasizing the view and more white space.

My neighbors are from Holland and Jet has a great flair. I love her small garden too. They travel light because they are only here for a few years. This is her garden.

Sometimes I walk outside and it is a still life. Like today. Her white bowl. Her succulent plant is on my top faves list of plants right now. I can't wait to improve the garden.

You've Arrived

During college years and those that followed, we discussed what we would have or where we would be when we knew we had arrived (i.e., financial security, well-being, adulthood, etc. Unbeknownst to most of us, it would take a while and we are still in it). My friend S. would own multisized Zip-locs and foil and Saran Wrap. She would use them indiscriminately, not washing the used Zip-locs for later. At one point, she also said she would have an iPod.

I remember my focus was a deep freeze full of white packaged meats, casseroles, and ice cream and popsicles. Why these? A sense of well-being sometimes comes from having things at the ready. I am not an extreme carnivore but do eat numerous glacial desserts. I would also like good windows and fruit trees. I wanted to go to See's candy for a pound of selected chocolates to keep in the fridge and eat at will (not as a gift).

A garden is a world of well-being. This week my two gifted plumeria are blooming simultaneously. It makes me renew my quest for a bit of dirt to plant them in for years to come. For now, they grace the pool at the complex and gladden the eye. Potted.