The election blew me over. I haven't even been outside to pick raspberries. Last night, in the dark, under midwife's orders to eat a fair portion of leafy greens, I did run out and harvest some kale for dinner.
Other than that, I haven't thought of the garden other than to kick leaves through it as I go to my front door. Yesterday afternoon I was at the park for a playdate and the other mother there assured me that today it will be 70 and sunny. I will go outside and work, determined to get my mind off current events.
Some people, even very bright ones, don't read or watch or listen to the news, feeling that doing so distracts them from their higher obligations to family, community, art, local activism. Sometimes I impose this plan on myself (though I do listen to NPR during the day, though often this is less "news" than culture). The big stories make us feel little and powerless, and this is exactly how those in power want us to feel. We are far better off planted in our own lives. So today, I swear, it's outside to the garden for me.
I went to the midwife Thursday. She looked and acted like a midwife. And she will come to my house to catch the baby when early summer comes. In June my garden will be getting wild and colorful. I was remembering back to labor, thinking that in the early stages the very best thing to do is distract oneself. I will have plenty to do in the garden then, and plan to labor out in it as long as I possibly can.
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