Planning for a green future
What if our lives are really just the video for an endless playlist of mediocre songs? This morning, I had the idea that I could head to the city, get some things done and be home in time for an early supper. And then, a song: “Should I stay or should I go?”
Checked the weather forecast and road reports, on Twitter. Slippy between Mt. Stewart and Marshfield. Plows out. Right there, the song lyrics took on new meaning. “If I go there will be trouble”. More reason to kick back and enjoy another coffee. The errands will be just as compelling, early next week. There, settled. Except for the nasty earworm…
My decision made, I cleared space at the table for a neighbour to stop by with a variety of seed catalogues. Not my concern, exactly, but the word that we’re going to eat a more healthy diet this year has been coupled to a “grow your own chow” meme. Chow, literally. Onions and peppers and lots of green tomatoes. It seems so far ahead, this talk of spring planting and number of growing days. I haven’t even found a supply of available dirt, yet (do potato farmers mind if you borrow from between the rows?)
By the break point in mid-afternoon, the garden mentor had my spouse convinced that only with a variety of colours and leaf styles can we find true happiness in the country. I had best prepare (mentally) for the “associated tasks”: weeding, bug chasing, bunny chasing, spraying water through the inevitable drought. There go my plans for the laid-back days of summer, long before the snow even gets to be a fun diversion.
