August 27, 2011
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It is me
I should maybe change my profile photo. It isn't really me anymore - well, it never was. I hoped it would be though! Over the years, you accept reality. I don't think that I can change it, however. I'm not good at changing things.
I miss writing - it isn't like breathing anymore. I don't know why. I'm going to reexplore. And to read. I don't know why I thought no one was here.There are people here!!!
My latest obsession - gardening. Born from a strange sub-obsession. Great estates of England. Servants. A productive garden. The strange thing - I wouldn't mind BEING a servant. The bliss of blocking out the horrors of the 21st Century. Lighting fires, curtseying and 16 hour days - sure thing. I indulge my joint obsession with you tube viewings of the Victorian Country Garden, Edwardian Country House, the Lost Gardens of Heligan; books - Heligan books, walled kitchen gardens, life in the gardeners bothy; Downton Abbey - swoon; my garden. My garden hasn't grown anything yet. It's been too wet to plant, although I have fennel and flowers growing in the greenhouse. I've taken over the greenhouse. I've been preparing gardens to use - raised beds abandoned by my father in favour of mowing lawns,overgrown compost heaps constructed by a previous owner of the property 20 odd years ago. In my world, that is as far as archeology goes. Although it has certainly answered a question I have always had - why do they always find things when they dig? I haven't found much in my garden other than many, many broken pieceso f terracota pot. Perhaps one day someone will get all excited when they dig up a layer of 2011.
My weeks and months fling by in an enjoyable sameness. My delicious son Tom is a joy. I burst with pride every second I think
of him.
I shall write. It shall probably be about my garden. Funnily enough I explore my world (pretentious) through reality now. Oh, and the possibility that I could somehow be a housemaid in 1912. Who knows.
Comments (4)
I love gardens. I miss you. Tom is as beautiful as his mother. It's all working out, you wonderful girl!
x.g.
Sal! I thought I saw you around here, and yes there are still some of us around. Love that you're thinking of writing here again, exploring and gardening. You and Tom are sure easy on the eyes. What a change you've been through. It really *is* exciting to have you back. <3
ps: love to eddy, too : )
Yes! Please write. I've missed you!
I love gardens. For three summers, part of my job has been tending to a whole bunch of gardens (vegetables as well as flowers) at a museum, and I've always found it such a lovely, peaceful, satisfying experience. There's something so great about doing real, live, physical work, (at least for me, a girl who for eight months of the year reads books and writes papers) and being able to see and use and enjoy the results of it.
Tom is so very beautiful, and so are you.
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