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[cosmo105]

i had way more fun planting a little flowerbox and hanging a fuscia on the fence than i ever thought i would this weekend. and putting up a bistro table and getting my hands good and dirty with potting soil...before i knew it, i had some serious leg cramps and two hours had gone by.




maybe this whole domestic thing ain't so bad.

[HEIRESS]

Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups

But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

Old dirt road, knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done

How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map

Old dirt road, knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old

Old dirt road rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I'm sold

[cosmo105]

*high five* it was so funny when my hippie-ass aunt in oregon busted out the feist. i was like OH NO SHE DI-INT.

that song so perfectly describes it. i feel so gay for saying this, but i'm really looking forward to having a house and a garden and having his parents over for thanksgiving dinner and listening to kids running around and OH GOD i'm so GAY

[Nuzzolese]

THAT'S what she's saying

I thought she was saying

Helping the kids out of their coats
Braid the baby's hair and then my own
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups

But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

Oh winter grows knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done

How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little rug belly on the mat (I don't know, I thought it meant a baby, like a rugrat)

Oh winter grows knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old

Oh winter grows rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I'm so old

[cosmo105]

rug belly? hahahaha.

[enree erzweglle]

Gardening is great and I enjoy it an awful lot. Therapeutic.

Late last winter, I lost an old, old tree that I loved and now I'm slowly cutting it into manageable pieces and getting rid of it and it's a little sad.

Amazing how the loss of that one tree affected the rest of the garden. When it fell, even though it fell most considerately (not landing on anything of consequence), I still lost about 10 other bushes and several patches of groundcover. Everything that I lost has been in the ground for years and years, so I am thinking that when the tree came down, its root system disturbed neighboring root systems of those affected plants--that root system disruption maybe had a cascading damaging effect on even the most remote sections of the yard. The bottom line: I lost so much back there and a lot of it was important stuff: a small weeping willow that someone gave me several years ago and several bushes that my kid has given to me over time.

Anyway, these past few weeks, I've spent a lot of time clearing the tree and planting new stuff and generally wrecking my hands and knees and back but you get a special kind of connection working deep with soil like that plus, whenever I work the back yard, there are two robins and three squirrels who linger nearby and watch me. And there's a dog at the back fence who positions himself in between the slats so that his eyeball is on me. That's just a cool thing.

[cosmo105]

i always love reading your posts, enree.


i think maybe i've just been reading too much Bust and am getting all DIY chick-y.

[cosmo105]

really, though. the more i think about it...there's nothing wrong with it, as long as i'm making the choice myself. i don't think i'd mind being a stay-at-home mom for the early, formative years of my kids' lives. but i know i'd go a little bonkers if i didn't have something to occupy me. and the feeling of earning a living is nice.

[enree erzweglle]

i always love reading your posts, enree.


i think maybe i've just been reading too much Bust and am getting all DIY chick-y.:o

I go through DIY phases and then I realize how much I fucked things up and that I should have hired some real someone from the get-go. I've gone through enough failed DIY that I know to just put the idea right out of my head as soon as it starts to creep in there.

I've got this one friend (female friend) who is like 5' tall and 100# and who has perfect Victorian features--so, so delicate. She wears one of those leather aprons and she climbs the hell onto her roof (three-storey house) and fixes her shingles and chimneys and gutters. And she does her own plumbing and she built a garage for her ma. She has and uses power tools that I don't even know the names of. WTF.

[marsdaddy]

I like pruning, uprooting, and mowing the lawn. Planting and maintenance is not my forte. Hence why my garden is usually either overgrown or brown and sparse.

[SobaViolence]

Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups

But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

Old dirt road, knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done

How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map

Old dirt road, knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old

Old dirt road rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I'm sold

<3

[TimDoolan]

There’s a story told of a very gentle boy
And the girl who wore his ring
Through the wintery snow
The world they knew was one
For their hearts were full of spring

As the days grew old
And the nights passed into time
And the weeks and years took wind
Gentle boy, tender girl
Their love remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring

Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
And they say violets
Grow there the whole year round
For their hearts were full of spring

[jennyb]

I actually have blisters on my hands from trimming the hedges, weeding and mowing over the weekend. I don't know why, but I get great satisfaction from working in the dirt, outside and all. Maybe cuz I'm stuck inside an office all damn week.