I can't really tell if my lack of formal employment is turning me into Benjamin Button...or quite the catch. I have had this connection with older people since about age three when they were my only friends... but, I guess I still have hope for the latter. Well atleast in Victorian terms. In addition to my painting classes, cooking, dance instructing, and of course D.E.A.R. times (Drop Everything And Read) I have an increasingly strong desire to garden. It started with a fantastical daydream where I live in a cottage, grow my own vegetables, and have lots of little pink piglets and singing birds...drink coffee with cinnamon out of delicate teacups, spiced beers and creamy cheese in the afternoon, Nutella on everything--and never gain an ounce because it's all so wholesome.
But now, I just flat out want to plant some things and have them grow. I'm going to start with a few herbs...maybe try for some arugula, and maybe another love fern for Johnny to have. The last one died...sorry for partying??
Additionally-- look at these!
It is plantable stationery...I would use exclamation points if I weren't overcome with jealousy. But there are literally seeds embedded in this paper, that you can then plant and have things grow. Solid, golden idea. If only it would sprout money trees...back to the labs.