growing – Page 3 – Louisa Parry

3BT – every day is party day, becoming real, hide & seek

1. My bunting arrives and it’s so nice that I want to order more and fill the house with it.

2. While I’ve been hiding indoors from the rain, bean and pea pods have appeared.

3. Lily watches me leave the room and slowly follows – too slowly to see me run downstairs and hide in the office. From my secret spot, I watch her enter and then, with a confused snort, turn around and leave again. I hear her waiting in the hallway and she must hear me at the same time – she comes back into the office and seeks me out. I jump out and give her a hug. Her helicopter tail bangs on the floor.

3BT – I’m not the only one, misconception, night bright

1/6/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. The bus stops right outside. I ring the buzzer and tell the voice at the other end of the wire that I’m there to stroke yarn. The way she laughs makes it clear she understands. Inside, everywhere I turn, I see potential.

2. I try spinning for the first time: the wool thing, not the intense exercise thing. I once told Katherine “I want to try spinning” and she was shocked to her marrow, thinking I meant the latter. I am not the type of girl who would want to try that sort of spinning, oh no, definitely not.

3. At dusk, the lime leaved marjoram is particularly vivid against the dull paintwork.

3BT – finally finished, look closer, soapy spheres

30/5/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. The joy of a job finally finished – the last of our veg beds dug over and ready for seedlings. Years of ambivalence left them compacted and weed clogged so it’s been a chore to clear them out but I know that from here on in – next year and the years after that – it’ll be easier.

(1b. There are a couple of plants in the bed and the remnants of daffodils. I transplant what I can but one of the plants falls apart on the way. I salvage its blood red blooms.)

2. John explains that the wild food walk last weekend has changed how he looks at grassland – he no longer sees “just green” but the huge variety of different plants growing in a small area. We look around and spot sorrel, lady’s smock & purple thistles amongst the grass, clover & buttercups at our feet. Across the beck, the bank is full of flowering ramsons & chickweed, a cloud of white flowers giving way to late bluebell wilting up the hill. Definitely not “just green”.

3. I blow bubbles from the balcony. The wind catches them and they float up and out over the gardens.

3BT – productive, chance meeting, double-cake afternoon

1/5/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. Knowing it’s going to rain, I head straight out into the sunny garden after breakfast. The washing is dry and my gardening tasks are accomplished by the time the clouds gather at 1pm. We carry the seedlings back from their sunbathing spot to their warm nursery in the porch.

2. We spot the tshirt – John’s company’s logo – a split second before we recognise the person wearing it. We’re invited in for tea, share our cakes and are mesmerised by the little one’s impish grin.

3. We have more tea and cake at J&S’s new house. Lily runs around the garden, looking in through every door and window.

3BT – ongoing, accurate, I have a thing for divisors

29/4/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. Everyday something changes so every day the walk is different. Today, we taste wood-sorrel and investigate mole hills.

2. Finding this quote in the comments of a fluff article about women with depression: “the sadness that runs under the skin of things, like blood, beginning as a trickle and ending up as a haemorrhage, staining everything.” Wow. (The last paragraph of the otherwise meh article also hit home too.)

3. The 18 newly-filled plant pots can fit perfectly arranged 3×6 on the tray for carrying, and as equally perfectly 2×9 on the water-catching tray in the porch. Deliciously neat.

3BT – sunseeking, the boundary, mental melodies

12/4/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. The mint shoots tilt south.

2. Lily and the dog stare at each other across the beck, like forbidden lovers kept apart. Then suddenly the spell is broken: they run to each other and bounce around in the water.

3. The songs whirling in my head, I dance along the tarmac line while waiting for my lift home.

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