……propagate. Isn’t that what Cheryl Crow says? Oh yeah, it’s “All I wanna do is have some fun.” Same thing. For me, anyway.
I’m enjoying propagating all different kinds of plants so much and learning about the process, what works and what doesn’t, as I learn more about the plants themselves in the process. It’s all I think about these days, propagation experiments and the amazing, wondrous process of composting, and making compost for my own use. Both vermicomposting and “regular” composting (the old standard method). I can’t get enough of these things. I want to do more, more, more. It truly is like this has a life of it’s own within me. I even lay awake many nights filled with an energy, a drive, that is indescribable at the level that I feel it, and that is really when it seems to have a life of its own. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not one bit bothersome. It’s wonderful, this aliveness. And it’s very real.
Weird?? I don’t care.
I think this has always been in me. My earliest memories in life include always feeling a great appreciation for and connection to nature. Being in my own backyard as a child in a residential neighborhood, I was always extremely aware of the plant life around me, the butterflies, ladybugs and caterpillars I’d see in the yard all the time, the beautiful sunshine. It all gave me a pleasant feeling of well-being and appreciation. I can remember the exact way I’d feel to this day. I would also feel concern for plants, anything living, in the back and front yard, and loved to go around watering all the plants. One of my favorite things to do in my alone-time outdoors as a child. I really didn’t have any reason to feel concerned about the plants, I must add, because my dad loved them just as much and always tended to them. They weren’t neglected. It was just a way that I could connect with them, I guess.
When I started school and was first learning to read I have memories of those books being about kids living on a farm and farmlife. I wanted to live on a farm. I thought every little girl must want that, but now realize that isn’t every little girl’s dream at all. I still want to live on a farm, by the way. All of my favorite memories in life that stand out in my mind, or just pop into my mind unexpectedly at times, have the same background theme about them of being outdoors in the sunshine with a feeling of nature around me.
It’s as if I belong there.