My city friends know all about my other passions, especially for the written word. Great short stories & great novels--especially magical realism--curl my toes with delight.
Researching new places & history inspire me to pen stories which I later share with my writing group--The Wired Monks--incidentally the greatest motley crew ever (minus the opium den).
For awhile, someone came up with a nickname for me: Halifax’s Simone de Beauvoir – ha! Not famous, nor as brilliant, I do share that whole intellectual being and frumpiness thing with Simone. We both lived/live in an incredibly sexist society and have been critical of women who only see themselves in the eyes of others as objects, and of the men who try to keep them in their place.
On the other hand, Beauvoir wrote in ‘The Second Sex,’ how “difficult it is for a woman not to be an object.” Man, she’d have a ‘caniption’ fit if she were around today. Now, women project and see themselves in the eyes of a growing posse of Facebook others. And where once upon a time, sexist men kept marriageable women barefoot and pregnant and the prostitutes in their place, today they are either slaves to porn (i.e. creating an impossible fantasy for women to live up to) or worse, they write misogynist comments about using chloroform to subdue women and then hate-fuck them. Oh, how we’ve progressed!
But I digress…thing is, I found a solution that isn’t entirely bat-shit crazy and prevents me from wanting to impale myself with the nearest sharp object every time I listen to the news: I started gardening!
This latest passion set seed when we left our urban bohemia to buy a 3-acre property outside the city on a lake. I got hooked (my friend Steph would say I’m consumed, apparently some inherent caprice in my personality, to become all-consumed by something, anything).
Here I am not known as Simone de who? but as: THE PAJAMA GARDENER!
Here’s What I learned
+ My TOP 10 TIPS for a novice gardener & My Top 10 Perennials