I feel like the mother of multiples. Granted, I don’t have firsthand experience with that ‘feeling’, but I know how I feel when watching various reality shows on the topic. One distinct difference? My multiples are plants…lots of plants.
I equate the feeling with having every bit of air sucked out of my body by a giant, stress-provoking vacuum cleaner. When people say, ‘just breathe’, I want to shout, “I CAN’T'!”
“Can’t you see I just bought 20 new plants this last weekend at KMart, because I think the garden manager was really tired of the heat , and she wanted to eliminate her own job, in the hopes of getting transferred inside the store where there is air conditioning, so she marked the already 50% off plants an additional 50% off, at random, which made them like a dollar something a piece, and because I COULD NOT resist, I bought more plants, and I already had enough, and at this point ,because we do not have a sprinkler system, I will have to stand outside like a garden gnome with a hose in my hand 24/7, because the temperature here may read 100 degrees, but the heat index is like 200 degrees, and I can not let these plants die, regardless of how badly they were being treated at KMart, I can’t breathe!”
And… the collector in me wants to go BACK. I can not go back ,even if there were knockout rose bushes in the mix, right? I can not go back. I do not need more rose bushes, right? My husband continues to say, as I walk outside at all times of the day, to play in the yard, ‘Don’t get dehydrated’ (see previous post), but I can not resist the pull of it all.
I am not just a person who has become a crazy gardener, I am a feverish gardener (literally and figuratively).
So, although I know there are far more important issues happening in the world at large, here I sit, fighting the cravings…the cravings to go back…
I’ll keep you posted (pun intended).