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Cutting Reveals
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:03 pmI re-read Huckleberry Finn over the last couple of days, and I find myself thinking in his language. I think my spoken and written English has straightened up by way of compensation. Certainly Mark Twain is one of my favourite people ever.
This is cutting back season again: chopping, cutting, raking, and hauling away. I'd like to be tucking my beds in for the winter under a nice deep layer of shredded leaves and mulch but in gardening as in anything you sell your sensibilities, and the clients our company serves like bare ground or fresh amender(read: city compost) through the winter. We talked, in class, about how plants need carbon in the soil as well as the ubiquitous NPK + micronutrients, but this isn't even so direct a correlation that's bothering me now. The soil isn't a sterile medium that exists merely to let plants sponge up what they need when they need it, it's a whole living world full of interactions. Those interactions function best when they're given the circumstances they evolved for, which includes a nice thick litter layer in the fall and winter. Without that, freezing and thawing and hard rain pounding screams away the tilth (read: nice crumbly texture and black richness) of the soil through the winter, and in the spring you plant in muck instead of something glorious.
I honestly don't know what's happening with me nowadays. Yesterday was blood day, which never helps me to have my head on straight. I guess maybe that's enough to explain my mood swings today: that and the fact that I was so very happy to be outside gardening in a lovely garden in this perfectly clear, perfectly blue, perfectly sunny day. The bus driver in the morning wore a pin on his sleeve that said: visit MoreBussesNow.com. The one this afternoon announced it over the intercom- good timing, seeing as I was coming home along private school row at 3pm-ish.
But really I think I'm fretting at my identity a little more right now. School really is keeping me busy in my spare time, and I'm interested in it. I have a license to pursue poly, and I'm not sure if I'm interested in that. I have Angus, and... you know, I have a lot to say on that. Most of it comes down to being pretty damn happy. A lot comes down to not wanting anyone else, not really, which is very strange for me. And the rest comes down to situational ramblings: I mostly really like where we're at now, there are things that get under my skin once in awhile. It hasn't rained this week and I realise I'm relying on rainy day work cancellations to give me the time to myself I need, rather than scheduling it. That might be a problem.
I'm also not biking enough. I guess that explains my mood right now. I put my bike at my mom's when I broke my tailbone, so I wouldn't be tempted, and I haven't gone to get it yet.
This is cutting back season again: chopping, cutting, raking, and hauling away. I'd like to be tucking my beds in for the winter under a nice deep layer of shredded leaves and mulch but in gardening as in anything you sell your sensibilities, and the clients our company serves like bare ground or fresh amender(read: city compost) through the winter. We talked, in class, about how plants need carbon in the soil as well as the ubiquitous NPK + micronutrients, but this isn't even so direct a correlation that's bothering me now. The soil isn't a sterile medium that exists merely to let plants sponge up what they need when they need it, it's a whole living world full of interactions. Those interactions function best when they're given the circumstances they evolved for, which includes a nice thick litter layer in the fall and winter. Without that, freezing and thawing and hard rain pounding screams away the tilth (read: nice crumbly texture and black richness) of the soil through the winter, and in the spring you plant in muck instead of something glorious.
I honestly don't know what's happening with me nowadays. Yesterday was blood day, which never helps me to have my head on straight. I guess maybe that's enough to explain my mood swings today: that and the fact that I was so very happy to be outside gardening in a lovely garden in this perfectly clear, perfectly blue, perfectly sunny day. The bus driver in the morning wore a pin on his sleeve that said: visit MoreBussesNow.com. The one this afternoon announced it over the intercom- good timing, seeing as I was coming home along private school row at 3pm-ish.
But really I think I'm fretting at my identity a little more right now. School really is keeping me busy in my spare time, and I'm interested in it. I have a license to pursue poly, and I'm not sure if I'm interested in that. I have Angus, and... you know, I have a lot to say on that. Most of it comes down to being pretty damn happy. A lot comes down to not wanting anyone else, not really, which is very strange for me. And the rest comes down to situational ramblings: I mostly really like where we're at now, there are things that get under my skin once in awhile. It hasn't rained this week and I realise I'm relying on rainy day work cancellations to give me the time to myself I need, rather than scheduling it. That might be a problem.
I'm also not biking enough. I guess that explains my mood right now. I put my bike at my mom's when I broke my tailbone, so I wouldn't be tempted, and I haven't gone to get it yet.
