I seldom do what most folks do. Grew taller than most women (6' 1")--that set the bar right off--which was really out of my control, but gave me the foundational premise from which to work. Admitting right up front here, however, that it took me at least 40 years to ease out of the need to conform, to slide into the joy of being myself, to expand a bit more every day into possibilities.
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| Waiting for imagination to strike--to be planted soon |
Wow! What that has to do with onions is yet to be revealed. My bag of 80 onion sets has been waiting on the kitchen counter for a month nearly. They were white onions. I was waiting until a convenient trip out to buy sets for yellow onions. Done. The bags (3 all together=240 onion sets) have sprouting slowly into the
Things I get to do today for at least two weeks as other
things pushed to the fore. Daily promises to the three-bags-full were broken. But today I got a firm grip on my determination, and though it was time for a dinner I had not yet prepared, I planted onions.*
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| Triangle of onions |
Contrary to the instructions on the bag, designed to keep all of us in conformity and an
ordinary state (boring, same-old-same-old, mundane, unimaginative, uninspired, dull), I planted the onions in my flower bed, and not in rows, either. I thought waves would be nice. I planted two two-row waves. And then I planted a triangle--between the larkspur and the peony. They told me they would be happy there. I believe them.
*After sharing with neighbors and friends and planting a few to fulfill my promise, there are plenty left to tuck here and there about the yard in the sunny spots. Just too fun for words.
