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Of Heat And Moods
Mon Jul 15 2013

The weather is too hot to think of sex...I’ve heard this expression somewhere and thought, it’s a good one to describe the humid heat of the moment. I’m reminded why I do not like summers much. I’m a Fall girl. Or a Fallen One. Hmmm...One more month and I’m in my elements. One more month is not a big deal to put up with, right? It would’ve been more bearable, of course, if I wouldn’t have all these things on my back yard nagging my conscious, forcing me outdoors to swim on a heat wave laying slabs and digging grounds. My garden renovation project fell out of its frames and has overgrown into something much bigger than just new patio...as it always happens, by the way. It is always happens with me that every small idea of a facelift does grow into a huge unmanageable total makeover task. Just the way my blond brains work, I guess. I just want more and more and the more I get, I want more of that too. I don’t know when to stop. That’s women for you, eh? Apart from complaining, I’m liking the way it is turning out. The garden, that is. Eventually all the hardships will be forgotten, all the back pains and blisters will be healed and I will look into my garden and my heart will fill with joy. I know this is how it is going to be. Eventually. But for now when I glance out of the window, I see hours of digging digging digging and tons of stones to be laid and hips of turf to be turned. *sighs*. And it is so hot, I can hear my blood bubbling away in pre-boiling condition. I’m not made for heat, that’s for sure. I can use it as an excuse though. For not doing things I am supposed to do. Or for not keeping my ddland home up to date. I think, I can fool myself like that. Only why would I want to. If we are not honest with ourselves, who else can be truthful with us then? I have not been in the mood to say anything here because...well, I have not been in a mood. Period. And as we know it, the mood is the first ingredient of the inspiration recipe. I have nothing more to say about that. I’m not cooking.
1 Comment
  • From:
    Yetzirah (Legacy)
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    Mon Jul 15 2013
    Don't talk about sex. :-) Work in the soil is good for the soul. Await photos of your labors. If you are in a blogging slump, the earth is a good place to recharge your batteries. Though writing itself also primes the pump. Even writing to say you haven't been writing, plants seeds of more thoughts and words. Write. Your words will give you courage. (Cool glass of lemonade instead of a too warm hug)