i am so useful
Jul. 7th, 2006 12:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I have been good this morning. I have pounded out revisions to the first six chapters of Barbarians-Novel, which was a lot easier than I thought (well, I did the first three yesterday, but still), and also, I have planted a second/third planting of lettuce, peas, and radishes in the bed to the north of the sunporch, which consisted mostly of weeds. While Ann was here, we were reading Cornell's webpage about growing vegetables, and it kept offhandedly mentioning "edible landscaping", and while we never really found a good site explaining the philosophy behind it, it seems pretty self-explanatory: Plant pretty things you can eat in your yard.
So I'm abandoning trying to make my yard look like anything, and just planting things in it that I like to eat. This is not much different from what i was doing all along, but I now have the weight and authority of a well-coined (not by me!) phrase that is on Cornell's website and thus must be true. "Why is there lettuce growing in the cracks of your driveway?" "Edible landscaping, of course!" "But... it looks..." "The looks aren't IMPORTANT. It's EDIBLE LANDSCAPING, you bourgeoise narrow-minded snob."
So. I also put in a row of lettuce among the pansies by the kitchen door. I might stick some peas in the front yard, where my careful purple-and-white scheme is mostly succumbing to drought and generally looks threadbare. There's already one pea plant there, God knows how. I'll just plant the rest there and call it deliberate.
I am psyching myself up to begin the next phase of work on Barbarians-Novel, which is to rewrite the betrayal scene entirely, but I have just noticed I've only got 45 minutes left until work. I hate these awkward little chunks of time. I can't do anything when I know I have to stop doing it so soon-- I just can't get anything done if I don't feel that I can let myself get sucked in. Sometimes I can put on an album that I know is the right length, and when it ends I know that I should get ready to go, but I can't count on noticing that it's over. Urgh.
So I'm abandoning trying to make my yard look like anything, and just planting things in it that I like to eat. This is not much different from what i was doing all along, but I now have the weight and authority of a well-coined (not by me!) phrase that is on Cornell's website and thus must be true. "Why is there lettuce growing in the cracks of your driveway?" "Edible landscaping, of course!" "But... it looks..." "The looks aren't IMPORTANT. It's EDIBLE LANDSCAPING, you bourgeoise narrow-minded snob."
So. I also put in a row of lettuce among the pansies by the kitchen door. I might stick some peas in the front yard, where my careful purple-and-white scheme is mostly succumbing to drought and generally looks threadbare. There's already one pea plant there, God knows how. I'll just plant the rest there and call it deliberate.
I am psyching myself up to begin the next phase of work on Barbarians-Novel, which is to rewrite the betrayal scene entirely, but I have just noticed I've only got 45 minutes left until work. I hate these awkward little chunks of time. I can't do anything when I know I have to stop doing it so soon-- I just can't get anything done if I don't feel that I can let myself get sucked in. Sometimes I can put on an album that I know is the right length, and when it ends I know that I should get ready to go, but I can't count on noticing that it's over. Urgh.
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Edible crack-weeds
Date: 2006-07-08 02:16 pm (UTC)