I got nothin'
Porch door is open, wind coming in. Getting close to five a.m., been up since midnight. I hear the dryer and distant highway sounds: horns poised, engine noise, morse code for the lifeless.
About to play some Hank Williams Sr., which you should listen to if you haven't, it's quite beautiful. Find the songs Jumbalaya and Ramblin' Man.
Mowed the entire fucking lawn today, a two hour job, still worn out from that. It's fairly big, basically long and narrow, surrounded by trees. It was in the mid 80's (not so bad) and Arkansas humid (always bad), so even the minor tasks were draining. You sweat and the air is too thick to breathe. I've got a little okra and the herbs going...chives, basil, mint. The rest of the garden I'll put in this week. I don't tend to them much, but three apples trees and a peach tree are up and running; last year the apples even turned out edible, usually they're too bitter to eat. I wouldn't have noticed, but the neighbor came over one day and said, "Just wanted you to know I've been stealin' apples (a lot of them land in his yard). They're good. Didn't know if you had tried them." He brings me a packet of okra seeds each year, ones from his own plants. What I didn't know until I started growing it, is that okra is actually a hibiscus and it produces a beautiful flower. When my first plants started to bloom a few years back, they put out this large, yellow flower, with red lining, so I looked it up and discovered it's hibiscus-ness. Anyway, I've been lucky to live in this house. It's one of the nice things about the Ozarks: you can be broke and still afford a decent place to live. Well. That's it.
I am bored of
and addicted to
my graveyard hours.
About to play some Hank Williams Sr., which you should listen to if you haven't, it's quite beautiful. Find the songs Jumbalaya and Ramblin' Man.
Mowed the entire fucking lawn today, a two hour job, still worn out from that. It's fairly big, basically long and narrow, surrounded by trees. It was in the mid 80's (not so bad) and Arkansas humid (always bad), so even the minor tasks were draining. You sweat and the air is too thick to breathe. I've got a little okra and the herbs going...chives, basil, mint. The rest of the garden I'll put in this week. I don't tend to them much, but three apples trees and a peach tree are up and running; last year the apples even turned out edible, usually they're too bitter to eat. I wouldn't have noticed, but the neighbor came over one day and said, "Just wanted you to know I've been stealin' apples (a lot of them land in his yard). They're good. Didn't know if you had tried them." He brings me a packet of okra seeds each year, ones from his own plants. What I didn't know until I started growing it, is that okra is actually a hibiscus and it produces a beautiful flower. When my first plants started to bloom a few years back, they put out this large, yellow flower, with red lining, so I looked it up and discovered it's hibiscus-ness. Anyway, I've been lucky to live in this house. It's one of the nice things about the Ozarks: you can be broke and still afford a decent place to live. Well. That's it.
I am bored of
and addicted to
my graveyard hours.
posted by Samwick @ 4:33 AM
2 Comments:
At 1:29 PM,
littlepage said…
"...morse code for the lifeless." I really like that. You certainly have an unexpected way of apprehending the world. It's nice. (Oh. And I like the lemur-link in the period.)
At 10:37 AM,
Russell CJ Duffy said…
Each and every week I mow the lawn. Gardening is something that we English are apparently very good at. A nice myth but the myth doesn't fit this particular head very well. I actually enjoy the physical activity of it but wouldn't know a okra form a dandylion.
Having said that i really enjoyed reading your post.
Envy is green just like grass I guess.
As for graveyard hours, yep I been there and as tragically unsocial as it can be it is also addictive.
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