I would guess that most everyone thinks of themselves as being more of a maverick than a follower. We are all original thinkers with strong drives to be independent We set out own agenda. We are not sheep. We forge our own path.
Except of course we don't. Meeting the expectations set by others is vitally important to nearly everyone -- with the possible exception of Ed, but look where that got him! I've never met anyone who loves solitude as much as he does, to the point that if he never saw another human in the last years of his existence, I don't think he would mind. Well, he'd probably miss me, but he'd tell himself otherwise.
I'm not an Ed, but my circle of necessary intimate contacts grows smaller with every decade and I grow more and more indifferent to pre-set paths. I really do want to imagine my own. If it means digging up turf every day for months on end -- so be it. I'll do it. And if I look at a tableaux before me -- of relationships, of people struggling to come up with a good outcome -- I will have my own view of what is unfolding before my eyes. Nine people may see things differently and I will be that tenth one who sticks to her guns and sees it in the way that I see it.
I start off very many posts with themes that seem to summarize a day for me. But let's get down to the facts: a gorgeous day. And the yellow jackets are finding temptation elsewhere, so Millie and I enjoy a leisurely half hour out on the porch. With a Honey Flavorette Rose, next to one that is a mystery to me: the only one remaining that I cannot figure out -- not the name nor where I got it. (I know I planted it in early June, so the possibilities are limited and still, I cannot find a trace of the purchase nor any tag on it. This is why you need to keep a Rose Book!)
The plan for today is to go to the Farmers Market. I really push for the Westside one. Easier to get to, easier to navigate, no parking issues and it has everything you would want and then some. The young family is agreeable.
And it is splendid!
I'm with my daughter and her awesome threesome and each one finds a treat...
... plus we pick up veggies, flowers, breads and for me -- raspberries.
I remember the years when I lived in a condo downtown (oh about twenty years ago) and this market was right outside my door. Ed and I would go there weekly. and I have to say, I'm likely to return to this one now more often. Ease and bounty. On a fall day. Magnificent!
(I ran into a friend. He snapped our photo.)
And then I return to my sod removal. Here's my miserable progress:
It really is slow going. The dirt is so packed that once again, I feel compelled to call for Ed's help. He brings his pick-axe and we work together on creating eight more holes, for a total of fourteen soon to arrive new additions.
It's such satisfying work. Millie is out with us and though she doesn't understand why she needs to be tied to the hose, she is calm about it, letting me know that she prefers this to being in her crate inside.
(my pup is rewarded with a game of ball in her yard)
Days of sunshine days of hard work. Days of illness (not mine) days of joy. Days of Millie. Days of love...
