Driving and Gardening.

This morning I woke up and went to get a car from the Mini service people. This was because I didn’t want to pick it up from the auto body place last night. You see, the auto body place is in a neighborhood that is a little sketchy after dark. Last time I was there at night, I was propositioned by a drunk from a shadowy alleyway. And it is right across the street from the Burger King parking lot where Todd and I used to sit in his car, drink milkshakes, and count hookers and rats. Good times.

One of the mechanics called me cute yesterday. It made my day, especially since he is a burly, bald giant who never smiles.

Today I have mostly been puttering in the garden. E thinks I am a certified organic loon for making compost tea (“How long will you steep it? Will there be garbage cakes to go with it?”), but I’m pretty happy with it. I trimmed the bamboo in the front yard, and made a fence for the veg patch with the bamboo poles, and tamed the raspberry canes in the side yard. Job well done, me. Ignored the damn lamium, though. I didn’t have the energy for it today.

All the while as I was puttering, I could hear Ian next door and his son, on their endless garden renovation. (Note, Ian next door is on the east side of our house. Fence Nazi cardiologist control freak Next Door is on the west side.) Ian’s backyard is a private Japanese zen oasis, complete with mini waterfall, koi pond and bonsai trees. He and his son work on it all the time. They’re building a raised patio for summer dinner parties right now. They have this happy, easy relationship that’s really apparent as they work. Inner Cynic keeps telling me that no parent-child relationship could be so lovely. But I like hearing Ian laugh as they putter in their zen haven. I find it soothing.

2 Comments to “Driving and Gardening.”

  1. By Stephanie, March 31, 2010 @ 9:46 am

    Ian and his son are your Zen garden.

  2. By Liz, March 31, 2010 @ 11:18 am

    I know. Weird, huh?

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