love the one you're with

For the eightieth time in the last few weeks, I find myself browsing for houses.  A place with 4 exterior walls OF MY OWN and enough space for a garden, those are my only 2 requirements.

While life in the apartment has been short lived, the days are long, the battles many, and now the heat unbearable!  97 and counting on the thermostat today.  Our high-class window unit isn't really keeping up; add a couple of bodies (especially sweaty ones like my family tends to be) and you have yourself a personal sauna (scratch that . . . hell).

Inspired by Nana's balcony garden, I decided that that Stephen Stills is right, "If you can't be with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with". The "one" I'm with right now may be cramped, rough around the edges and the 4 exterior walls are not MY OWN, but I still have space for a garden. That makes my housing goals 1:1, 50/50, I'd bet on those odds most days.

Since I'm not the standard geranium / petunia type of girl, I was inspired to plant herbs, lettuce, tomato and a tray of wild-flowers.  We'll see what happens, for now only my hope is blooming and thats a whole lot more than was blooming yesterday!

I find in this weather it requires to much perspiration to "dance it off", so in these dog days, I'll just have to "grow it off".  

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