You can imagine my grin from one ear to the other: I am out of the rat chase, who ripped each others necks to get each others out of a job, or the other's job.
To settle to the bliss of being the boss isn't hard at all and went rather smoothly, I must say. First, I had to let go of the last few days and their sheer stress. The silence and total ostracism made it worst and easier. As they do not bother: I will not bother either: but hell, will they have to answer publicly. Heck, I am a publisher, after all. I shout with published words any wrongs done out loud.
Today was a busy day, after finishing writing a tense chapter, I went to clear the patio for the new year. Chucking the dead plants away that were a one off, clear as much of your space as your mind. It makes space for new growth. As a gardener, I have that many planters available, that much square metres of space as my leeway, so logistic is key yet the heart makes your garden your patch.
Today was the first day of sowing and planting. Always one to celebrate with a little glass of dry white wine from the Loire Valley which will keep you singing all Sunday... Beside it keeps you warm while pottering about outdoors.
Yep, my father did have an allotment. When he felled upon hardship, he used it to feed us. It was a lifeline, not for long for the skilled worker he was, was soon snatched away again to big engineering project to the next.
However pumpkin soup remained a souvenir that fed us for a month which we never found the heart to joke about ever after. We found it tastier than the leek and potato soup that replaced it afterwards for a few days. We sailed through as a family our hardship.
A patch of veg and flowers tenderly cared for during weekends and evenings made it possible. If you see me looking after my few planters, it is because they do mean more than I can say. It's kind of a legacy now: 'Tu peux etre autonome quand tu veux ma pupuce'.
'La Pupuce' a planté des tomates noires et jaunes, des rouges et des tigrés, et pleins de chillis et elle ne sait pas ce que cela va donner mais elle croise les doigts que cela va etre super cool à manger.'Translation:
Pupuce: My dad's nickname for me. It does translate literally as the Flea-flea. As I was a copper headed kid jumping about him, I got stuck with being called 'Flea-flea'. Bugging him with plenty of questions made my nickname stick to my adulthood. I was forever his Pupuce.
I sowed my Indigo Rose black tomato seeds, yellow beef tomatoes and Tigerella ones, with the more red and normal moneymakers ones. I planted the chilli seeds too: Zimbabwe Black, Cayenne pepper, the giant ones and the Jalapenos.
Lots of hope went in that Sunday sowing.
Lets give all the seedlings their TLC so they turn out allright like the Pupuce.
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