Seeds to Sew

It's been a good day. I think I'm getting the hang of this work thing, no help from my liberated sista's. I'll get it, just in time for Jake to head off to school. Who knows what I'll do if another one comes along. A while back I mentioned Hip Home Ec. It's a groovy site and book where you can learn, do and interact with all sorts of crafty mamas, of which I aspire to be. I once took a crafter quiz and discovered that I might be best suited for baking and gardening. I'm not good with exact sciences and I love to get my hands dirty. Even though my aspirations are towards sewing, I will admit there is nothing at all more delightful than sticking my very non-manicured fingers into a big pan of bread dough or a moist pile of soil. Today, I did the latter. I had to take care of business during the 1st half of the day, but after lunch, Jake and I got busy digging up 1 of 2 garden plots in our backyard. Jake lost interest pretty quickly but I could not get enough. I couldn't believe how much YAAC (Yoga at all Costs) is really paying off. I had so much more strength than even a year ago and my sustaining squat quota really hung in there (ie. I was able to squat for long periods of time). I was proud of myself. I tilled away for a good couple of hours and then did the craziest thing which I'm sure will result in a barren garden. I just started digging holes and dumping packets of seeds in them, covering them with soil and watering the hell out of them. I got those suckers drunk. I discovered that Sunflower Seeds are just that, Sunflower Seeds. Amazing. I planted a couple of different types of Sunflowers, some Butter Marigolds, some creeping fuzzy thing and a red hot chili seed of some sort. My neighbor picked us up some strawberry plants so I dug some holes for them and stuck them in the ground too. I have no idea how this will all work out, but I'm sure my arms will be sore tomorrow. I love the idea of just tossing a bunch of seeds in and seeing what happens. I've tried the exact science of gardening and not only was it boring, it was unsuccessful. Jake had fun but he hates bugs and we have some nasty red bug that loves Box Elder leaves. I am baffled as to how to deal with it and can't stand the idea of living with it. I plan to get busy studying a very cool, fun and well designed book called "You Grow Girl". It's connected to a website that is linked to my title. No, I haven't gotten around to fixing my link page, as well as buying my shelves, organizing my desk and catching up on my bills. If I didn't have something I was procrastinating on, what the hell would I have to do.
I captured a thought while gardening. Recently, during a catering, I was standing at a buffet line describing the food we were serving and having mild chitter chat with the guests of the party. I explained that I was able to answer any question the guests might have and one fella said, "Whoa, then I'll ask you what next weeks lottery numbers are, haha" and I said, "Yea, if I knew them I wouldn't be here, hahaha". Then he said, "there is the whole meaning of life question" and I just laughed. My brain starting clicking as I realized that I had not even thought about that issue since the inception of that wondrous young boy we call Jake. I decided that the question must of only arisen after mankind had reached a point of being able to actually choose to not have children. I deduced that the real answer to the question, "why are we here" is to bear children, populate, reproduce, to continue the species, to have children that carry on this one of many species called Human. It keeps it simple. It's a legacy, atleast for me. It's what we take with us when we die, if you want. Or, you don't have to. Thanks to science. And it's good that we have a choice. I guess I was just realizing that I quit pondering my life's existence after Jake. For me, it was all about him. Jake really put it in to perspective and made me realize how huge it is to have a child or my own. I'm sure there are those out there who may regret it. . .I remember hearing how big of a life changer it could be. I really never acknowledged those comments. But now, when I see a couple who is pregnant, with what is obviously their first one. You know the types, thier hair still looks stylish and they have hip clothes on and you can tell they are getting 8 hours of sleep or more, well, I just want to walk up to them and say, "You have no idea what is about to happen to you, words cannot explain the flood of emotion and the sense of responsiblity that you are about to undertake." But, I don't, I just smile and remember when Jake was inside my belly, and . . well, I wish for another chance like that. O.K. Off to walk the dogs.