I’m trying, really, truly. I am trying to be a “nature girl.” I love the idea of being strong and wild, in synch with what nature has to offer. Is it only the idea I love? Maybe; I do tend to romanticize things. I have this ever-reaching picture of myself hiking with strong legs and lungs. Tending to my English garden, growing a vegetable garden. Composting. Collecting rain in a bucket to re-use.
And I have grown leaps and bounds people! Let me just tell you, that not that many years ago I had no idea how to plant flowers. The first time I bought a flat of Impatiens, I waited a couple of days and when I went to plant them there were silverfish scrambling – this about brought me into cardiac arrest and then I almost gave up on planting the flowers. Now? I simply brush them away – how bad ass is that? Today I get dirty (ok I usually wear gloves but isn’t that just common sense?), I brush away most of the small bugs and keep planting. I weed and water. But I want more, I want to be more of a “nature girl.”
Here’s the thing though, I hate bugs and rodents. And wild animals. Ok maybe not the wild animals but they scare me. I scare easily – and I scream and I run. Nature girls can’t scream at the sight of a butterfly flying towards them (in my defense it was a really big butterfly and flying right for my face!).
I also have excellent hearing. This aids me in identifying when an animal is near. When in a group outdoors I am vigilant in listening for anything I may have to run away from. Let’s face it, I will leave my friends in my dust! I will also state that I’m pretty observant, if there is something I don’t hear but someone else hears a wild noise, I can see it in their expression.
So where does this leave me? Sigh….. it leaves me with mediocre landscaping, no vegetable garden and no fire pit that I was going to build next year. But it also leaves me hopeful, there is always next Spring, and I may just surprise myself!
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