If it’s your bag Spring is the time of endless emails and post from gardening websites. It works too as I want to buy everything! Not this year though. Definitely not.
Last year I grew stuff for both neighbours. Herbs for the one who loves cooking, flowers for our communal areas and great big containers of potatoes and courgettes for us all. I loved it until as anticipated it all went tits up.
The righthand neighbour complained because everything was planted in home made compost and was made from things like eggshells and teabags and veg peelings and should have come in a bag from the shop that she didn’t realise was initially made from eggshells and teabags and veg peelings and bits of plastic and random shite. The other side was fine as long as she only had to be handed the harvests. Even a bit of watering on the odd occasion when I was feeling poorly was a bit too much effort and ‘she never thought’. Nope I won’t this year.
Fast forward to late last Summer. The pair of them have smoked so much weed over the years their brains are mashed and so it didn’t take long for them to fall out. I retreated thankful to be back in my own space. So all’s been nice and quiet over the winter.
Suddenly we have a Spring day and one side is already repeating verbatim all the plans she had for last year that she didn’t do and thinks are her brand new brilliant ideas for this. This so far has been buying four little fur trees to replace the many she already has. Apparently ‘we could plant the old ones along the front or back’. She’s just had an operation on her back so I’m assuming it’s not her doing the digging. It’s not muggins here either.
The other side of me has barely emerged for months since she threatened to gob the one that can’t remember last years plans. Until this first Spring day that is when she opened her living room window for the first time since October to blow her roll up cig stink outside. Months of indoor smog and stench cooped up indoors. I’ve ordered white sage to burn outside. I’m not smelling that vileness this year.
Life is becoming increasingly short so this year I’m not being the helpful neighbour to lazy arses. I’m not growing food or flowers, or measuring things, or building things or sorting basic internet issues, or ordering stuff online, or writing to the council or utility providers.
This year I’m just doing my thing in my own little greenhouse.
Well 2ritten Jo xxxx