Epiphany and air

Today I did yard work.

Which in and of itself is not all that noteworthy. We put up the final lattice that completes the privacy fence we built around half our back yard. Trees obscure the other side. We also opened up the pool, which is very exciting, but not to hear about.

What's interesting is the view of things
of dragonfly wings
the eclectic effluvia of garden treasures which spots the garden my mother toils away in every day.
to say the garden is green is an injustice to adjectives. Her garden is a verdant force of rampant growth. vegetables climb the curled spirals of old steel bed frames. Foxglove and roses twine the fence, while wisteria slowly breaks the trellis as it takes over the garden wall. Harvest goddesses and green men peak from beneath the lemon balm, and odd bits of wrought iron and decorative stone line the fence. As twilight drifts about us, wind chimes sway in the breeze, and little globes of solar powered rainbows twinkle in the rosemary. It is a place of peace, and of plenty.

This year she has added a horseshoe of hay bales; a sustainability fad she has leaped upon. The thought is to create a self contained compost pile to grow your veggies in, without weeds and regardless of your soil quality. I think this is very funny, because what has immediately happened is that 5 different kinds of mushroom has bloomed up in them, as well as a kind of grass. Never the less, the plants are thriving.

I also held my beautiful snake Ouroboros today. I need to do it more often. He's gotten so big without me realizing. He's over 4 feet now! My beautiful baby, I remember when you were 6 inches long, hiding under my dorm room bed...

Yesterday I bought my plane tickets. It was a scary thing. A point of no return, if you will. It took every bit of the money I saved, plus a front of the money I will be getting for my next makeup gig. It also took 3 hours, despite previous hours of research, which apparently didn't count, universally. But I have them. I will be going. I will soon be on the other side of the country, in the arms of old friends and people who love me (which is a good thing, because it looks like I'll be mooching my way through this trip). I will be networking with people in the area, and carrying a camera wherever I go. I will soon be a steam punk gypsy.

It fills me with both excitement and trepidation. A grand adventure. A heart felt work of art. And hopefully, the healing of a hurting soul. For mine is a lonely tale, my dear readers, if anyone reads my ramblings. It's one of heart break and sorrow, and love and family. A tale of magic, and danger, and above all

"When you're strange, faces come out of the rain, when you're strange, no one remembers you name. When you're strange, when you're strange..."

...but they sure as hell never forget your killer outfit...