Thursday, April 11, 2013

Hey, Hey, What Can I Say?

I admit it.  I miss so many things about my former life.  No, not the drama and  the targeted abuse.  But I dearly miss my garden.  I had a fairly well established garden that was pretty "edible landscaped" inspired.  By the time I left there, I was well on my way to a decent asparagus patch, a prolific blueberry garden and all  the bees, birds and butterflies that wanted to hang out were welcome.

I suppose I should be happy that my ex's girlfriend is a gardener.  No, I don't suppose.  I am actually quite happy about that.  For how destructive he was (burn, baby, burn) I am glad he at least picked a woman who can carry on with what I started.  And run with it.  Lord knows, she needs all the distractions she can get.  By all accounts, she seems to understand what I started.

The flower shop job satisfies a bit of that.  Going to my friend's farm will hopefully do a better job at that this year.  Either way, it will never be the same.  It just won't.  I'm going to have to find a new way to satisfy that part of me.