Monday, April 2, 2007
Sunday I cleaned out the front yard. When our septic system went out in late fall of 2005, we dug down and installed new access hatches to the tanks. Then the hot water pipe under our slab burst and we had to dig and run new copper lines from the hot water heater to the rest of the house. What with a new foal and riding lessons for a friend (who was 8 years old) the piles of rocks and dirt that were left over from the project never got cleaned up.
So the cleaning bug got to me on Sunday. I'd already planted 22 dahlia bulbs over the first batch of dead chicks on one side of the yard. Now a new freezer bag full makes me think about what else do I want in the front yard?
My personal belief is that I can transmute (transform) some of the sadness into beauty by using the small bodies as fertilizer under plants. When the American Indians planted corn they used small fish. Baby birds should work just as well. So I bought some thyme plants and I will transplant sage and chives and other herbs to surround the house with flowers and fresh spices. I want to walk outside my door towards the garage and be happy at what I see.