The title is not entirely accurate 😉
I did ‘tear down’ my garden boxes … but, I
didn’t actually tear them down.
What I did, was, pull all the vegetation up
by the roots, and cover the tops of the torn down garden boxes with plastic
bird netting to keep the cats and other mischievous critters from messing with the
soil.
I like Erica’s fence line in the background,
against the line of the garden boxes Bob built for me after we moved in here.
Bob built those boxes for me to garden in … and also as a boundary line marker.
(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2017/07/day-by-day.html)
Bob gave his life for those boxes.
IF WE HAD KNOWN how much ron hated us!
Would "knowing" have really mattered?
I don’t know – I don’t really care anymore.
What does matter, is that Bob is no longer here.
What does matter is that I did not breed hate.
And I can look at the boxes now without crying.
I am doing better this year than I was last year.
For 16 months of my solo lobo life, I’ve been
free from ron cook’s tormenting taunts and his murderous bully tactics.
I have been graced with peace of mind, and blessed
with unimpeded space to heal in my own space – no more tyrannical or maniacal nonsense.
It feels good to be free to be me.
To be, once again, the
strong/brave/confident/ball-breaking woman Bob knew/loved/married/encouraged …
and told with his dying breaths, “I have faith in you, Honey. You can do
whatever you set your mind to doing: we both know this.”
These forward moving 22 months have placed me
in a lot of situations that has forced that warrior woman back to the forefront
of my life.
I don’t know how long I’ll need her to hang
around; but for the time being, I am glad to make her acquaintance again.
I did my best to be Bob’s “Lady” – I was
content to let my King Bee be the Hero in our story.
My King Bee always treated me like his Queen.
As I began my solo lobo walk all of 2019, I morphed back into a warrior woman
who stormed shut doors to accomplish what needed accomplished in the moment: I
began to pull my life off the ground and stand it up straight, and strong,
again.
And all of 2020, I gained traction and
methodically began rebuilding my life, brick by deliberate brick … bricks I
dodged, and salvaged for the rebuilding. I am not building a tower of seclusion
– I am building a fortress, teeming with life in my solo lobo Queendom; the
drawbridge will only be lowered for those who mean me no harm, and come
bringing joy and friendship.
I am done with a life of turmoil.
I crave peace now.
I am being very deliberate in building a life
of peace.
And I really like my new neighbors, Erica,
and her 5-year-old-son, Jaiden - we all get along fine. I like her
grandparents, too.
(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/07/new-neighbors.html).
Last year, I did plant a garden; but it was a
failure because I was barely surviving, myself.
This year, my garden did much
better … until the street fires, nature fed wildfires, and maliciously set wildfires.
(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/09/fire-in-skysmoke-on-water.html)
But I did get several harvests throughout the
season, so I am counting this year a ‘winning’ year: next year will be
better :-D
I had noticed the other night, when glancing
out the livingroom window, that the setting sun was swathed in a red haze (it
was a red orb in the night clouds); the pic, taken with my phone camera
shows a bright center that was not evident in the setting sun.
The setting sun is a red orb as it slips over
the horizon again tonight:
So, I figured I better get things done while I can get outside to get them done – all the garden boxes have to be put to bed for the winter, and the faucet covers have to be slipped on.
This afternoon, I tore down and covered 10
garden boxes; calling it a day when I could taste faint traces of wildfire smoke
in the air I was breathing.
There’s always tomorrow to start another day
of whipping my Queendom into shape 😉
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