Brittany and I planted a garden in May. I love the garden. Some would describe my love as borderline maniac obsessive. I check on it several times a day i.e. every time I leave my home or return to my home. I think about it as I fall asleep at night and when I wake up. In the past few weeks there have been (it seems like) dozens of tornado warnings in Omaha. Not only do I (and my reluctant friends/roommate) retreat to the basement of whatever building I am in, I worry about my garden. And I think into being a protective shield around it. This imaginary shield has somehow been very effective. My garden is usually, mostly safe. My normally happy approach to the city creatures has been twisted into negative thoughts towards the beasts that nibble on my helpless plants. But I’m learning to share.
I just love it. That’s all.