The previous owner of our house kept the doghouse on a shaded patch of grass between our neighbors house and ours. (Our doghouse is on the couch.) Once they moved out and we moved in, they left a footprint of dirt where the doghouse sat.
Before I allowed grass to grow back in that spot, I planted rosemary, basil, and italian parsley and there was room for something else. I planted banana peppers (cubanelle peppers) in this space allotted for “something else”. So now I have an herb garden island surrounded by grass. It looks like…Alcatraz. You should see my sister’s herb garden – it’s in a perfect platform rectangle bed that’s self irrigating and self-fertilizing. They probably have a chute to transport the produce from the garden to the kitchen sink and a return chute for the compost. But when I planted my herb garden, I wasn’t thinking that far ahead.
And then one day I thought “It needs stones or something to separate itself from the grass.” So what do I do? Go to the store and buy stones? No no. I go to the garage and grab the “spare” bricks from our garage. Instead of landscaping stones, I have bricks surrounding my herb garden. Our lawn care guys love this, I’m sure, because not only is it hideous, but now they have to mow AROUND it. Again, not thinking ahead.
Suddenly after just a few months, I had 30-40 banana peppers. I was very proud. And while I was taking credit for the work done by mother nature and the sprinkler system, someone said, “What the hell are you going to make with banana peppers?” Why burst a bubble with a needle when you can destroy it with a butcher knife? But she was right – I hadn’t really thought that far when I planted the seeds. Again, not planning ahead.
Type Bs don’t plan*. But we know how to adapt. We’ve done that our whole life. We adapt.
So basically, I bought the shoes before the dress. So what? The most stunning outfits are made that way…just like this dish.
*Some of my friends will say I’m type A, and my family will say I’m a Type B. But I’m also a Gemini, which means I get to choose what I want to be when I want. 🙂
A special shout out to Cheryl for voicing that we can enjoy the near-sighted tiny dreams and thanks to people like Colin and Shefaly for calling us “interesting”. We’ve been called worse.
12 Notes