My dream garden

If I could have any yard at all, it would look something like that.  The cottage garden has so much appeal to me.  It is untamed and wild and yet controlled and orderly at the same time.  A paradox.  Like me I suppose.  

A profusion of colors, shapes, sizes.  A plethora of fragrances.  A haven for butterflies and birds.  Fat, fuzzy bumblebees lazily looping in and out of flower and leaf.  Small hidden spots of joy nestled into secret spots.  A birdfeeder.  A birdbath.  A pretty bench.  That is my idea of peaceful.

Will I ever be able to have that in base housing?  No, not really.  But that’s ok.  I can have a modified garden in containers on my patio and front porch.  In the flower beds under my front windows.  I can have a vegetable garden that covers my patio.  Corn, squash, beans and peas.  Tomatoes fat and ripe and full of the taste of summer and sunshine.  Juicy red strawberries so sweet and tender and delightful.

On a different note, there are only 12 days until The Boy comes back.  The girls and I are so ready for him to be here.  We miss him a great deal when he’s gone.  The first few days after he left, Kenneth and Frances were here and I was occupied with the last shows of Annie.  My mind didn’t have time to go there.  That’s probably a good thing.  

The house feels strange when he’s gone.  Empty and lonely despite the fact that is anything but.  My home is generally brimming with the sounds of little girls at play.  Giggles and silly songs.  The smell of warmth and play in their hair as they come in from spending time outside.  We call it the warm puppy smell.  

Prior to this trip the hardest part of my day when The Boy is gone had been after the girls went to bed.  Generally that’s “our” time.  We might watch movies, play games, read or just hang out while we both goof off on the computer.  Even more so on this trip the late afternoon into evening is especially tough.  Our daytime hours don’t run concurrently at the moment so there is a large portion of my day that he’s sleeping.  

Now that Annie is over I’m having a hard time getting my ducks in a row.  Maybe it is a combination of that and his being gone.  I have a lot of generic mundane things to get done but each one of them takes a daunting amount of time to complete.  A bit overwhelming to start.  I’m not sure what to tackle first.  It will all get done, just may take some time.