I wake up dreaming about composting bins made of old wine barrels, on a metal stand with a side trap door, which rotates with an old wooden crank. Not only that, I am dream-scheming ways to entice The Hubs into building one of those.
I am sick, I tell you.
Ideas are bursting out like a popcorn popper, and it is driving The Hubs out of his mind. One thing at a time! he pleads. I would lovvvvve to. But my brain just spills out thoughts and ideas willy-nilly, and everything flows together, and once imagination starts percolating - truly, it is out of my hands.
I bought a bag of butterfly and hummingbird flower seeds today with the Hubs. I realized that although we have nowhere to plant and nothing cleared, he could imagine a day when we will, and he will enjoy the bright bursts of lively color and life that it will draw.
He is the tactile, methodical, organized part of my free spirited anything-is-possible world. I like thinking that maybe we are not so far apart after all. I will try to calm myself, for you.
Yet ... we stalk the farm and garden online postings for cast-offs. Some of the property must be fenced for practicality, and some of it will be partially fenced to add textural beauty and interest. The latter idea is not an easy sell, with so many actual things to do, and that of course is what projects I am obsessed about starting.
The Hubs' brain is rooted in actual projects, like figuring out irrigation and how much soil for the garden boxes. Or eventual repairs to the house siding and installing french drains and gutters on the WorkShopGarage. Me? That old skinny fence covered in mossy crud hums to me, repurpose and repair me, yes please? I weakly give in to it, celebrate what a treasure there is each day and the joy of transformation.
These days we toss out ideas over dinner, and let them come to rest on the Brilliant Ideas List. I can imagine in years to come the BIL will be many pages, ideas scrawled in all sorts of pens, some with diagrams and flushed out thoughts. It will chronicle the exciting first year of novice rural homeownership ~ and we will think to ourselves as we read it years from now, we have come such a long way! Remember when these ideas were so exciting and new? And if we are extraordinarily lucky, eventually some of the BIL ideas will become part of the living tapestry here, and we will remember our gratitude.
