The past month or so I’ve felt a little depressed. This is a common thing for me when I’m not working. I feel like I’m constantly working towards something without feel any daily reward. I realize that I’ll be graduating from college in less than fifty days and getting married in less than eighty, but it’s still very difficult to feel a lot of pleasure in waiting, especially when you counterbalance that with all the stressful tasks involved. Last Saturday, I started a new approach. I’m using herbal treatments. By that, I don’t mean the kind that would make me piss hot.
In an attempt to be domestic, I’ve planted flowers, herbs, peppers, and tomatoes. I’m hoping that I’ve inherited my mother’s green thumb gene. Like all good Arkansans, she grows and cans lots of veggies and pickles every year. I won’t attempt to create my own tomato juice, but I would like a couple of tomatoes.
Words cannot express how much I love my little garden. I find myself skipping to the backyard like a third grader. I frequently open the backdoor just to see how they are doing. I also found myself going to Home Depot today just to buy new dirt and coming back with three more plants. Somehow I don’t think this new hobby will help us save money for the wedding. It will, however, help us stay together because it reduces my depressed manic episodes.
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