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December 27, 2004
THERE ARE NO MORE JUNIPERS IN THE YARD
Because I cut the last bunch down this afternoon.
Of course the above statement isn't entirely accurate. There are 3 stumps still in the ground, and all of the parts that used to be attached to them are lying in the yard waiting to be bundled into the pickup tomorrow and haled out to yard debris recycling, but the damn things are no longer big bushes.
Mind you, I'm not sure what's going in their place, but they're no longer in the way of my imagination. I still have a pink "mystery rose" from Heirloom Roses which is clearly a climber or a rambler. I can see that in the space, with the bed curving more fully out into the yard than it does right now. And a bench where the big scary bush I cut down this summer used to be. I'd also like to hang a mirror on the wooden fence. Unfortunately, it's my neighbor's fence. I may have to rig something with a trellis and a mirror. Otherwise, I dunno.
I tell you what, though, when I cut off the last big clump of growth, I felt like a hunter who had just brought down some big game nemesis. I wanted to pose for a photograph with one foot up on it.
Also today, I started reading Women Who Run with Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. I wish that in the non-story portions she dropped the storyteller a bit and strove for clarity rather than poetry. I'm having to back up and reread things to understand, and that's simply because it's so dense. I love the stories, though. And frankly, knowing the purpose of the book, I could almost read them alone and get more from them simply through the images and emotions evoked than I do with her explanations.
But I know I'm smart because I got an A in Jazz History. Which, if you were to look at earlier blogs, I was afraid I would fail. I almost dropped it at the beginning of the semester because I thought I couldn't handle it. Clearly, I'm smart enough that I don't need to prove it anymore. Not even to myself. At one point, I figured I'd settle for a B in the class and be damn pleased with it because of the effort involved, so the fact that I earned an A makes me justifiably proud.
Posted by sally at December 27, 2004 05:20 PM
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