gardening

Aug 25, 2008 21:46

yesterday I ripped a shit load of old jasmine vines out of our garden. i clipped them near the roots a few weeks before we went on vacation so they were all twiggy and dead but they were still wound tightly around the top bit of our fence and were weighing it down so much that in order to get to them i had t crouch down and start clipping at random. Eventually I got enough off that i could push the fencing back up and staple it with our staple gun to the wooden fencing. then I pulled more and more of the old vines out. Some Ivy too. Ivy is tricky, it suctions to anything and everything it can. And then I had to trim back one of our trees. I kept apologizing to the snails that fell from the vines and the tree branches, explaining to them tha sometimes life is unpredictable and cruel.

When I finished my arms were killing and I was drenched in sweat but I could see blue sky above me and my fence no longer looked like it was in the back of some broke down trailer and I felt good. I like it when I take on a chore that yields immediate results. I like the feeling of 'I did that!' that follows. It's really fulfilling in a way that writing isn't, not that writing isn't fulfilling, but it's different. Sure when I finish off a page that is an immediate result too, but it's a result that will need to be changed repeatedly until it becomes a new result 3 or 5 million times over.

Pulling stubborn vines out of my garden yielded a solid result from the ache in my arms to the increased sunshine in my kitchen.
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