First off is your Google Reader still in working order?
Ah, sweet mysteries of life.
Anyhow, back to my real reason for posting.
I was walking to work yesterday when I saw a man taking apart a stack of pallets in his driveway.
Doing anything cool with those I asked?
Yes he said, I'm building a 15foot raised bed on the side of my house.
He was surrounded by plants in pots just waiting for their new resting place.
There were heirloom tomatoes, lemon cucumbers, Malabar spinach and pots and pots of I don't remember. He said he had put the collection together plant by plant, with great love and a true sense of garden adventure I thought
We checked out the construction site. Nice. He should be blogging, maybe he is, I didn't ask.
But as I walked on, now late for work, I realized this is what I miss about not being in a relationship.
The planning and plotting and finally the realization of a dream, be it a new bed in the garden or a party on the 4th of July.
So I imagined writing an ad for a mate to include: Must love gardening, cats and dogs, cooking and eating, feeding others, working out, working in, reading, dancing, laughing, crying, politics, flowers in the house and my friends and neighbors of course.
Luckily I'm enjoying a relationship with myself just now and I fit the bill perfectly.
Still it would be nice to have someone else clean the kitty litter every now and again.