Annacyclopedia wants to come be a hippy with me. So it is fitting that I wore a long crinkly hippy skirt yesterday accidentally and because of her and Kate.
See, my iBFFs are all up their gardens. They talk about their plants and take beautiful close up pictures of dew drops on leaves and achingly brilliant flowers and make me think that maybe my lazy brown thumbs should be outside.
See, because I wanted to be like them, I went over to my mother's house. My mother has slowly been getting rid of every blade of grass on her property for the last 24 years. She is almost there. My mother loves nothing so much as her garden. And I enjoy it as well. I enjoy eating her raspberries and cherries and spinach and tomatoes. I enjoy stopping by in the summer to gather huge bouquets of flowers for whatever occasion calls for them. I enjoy sitting under the apple trees and reading a book.
But instead of just enjoying the fruits (literally) of her labor, I thought I should get some of her plants and try and grow them over here in my yard.
My friend B_ came with to look for plants. We took the tour and took notes about what we each wanted and what the plants needed to thrive. Then we went back and started digging and bagging. We filled up the entire back of my station wagon. But just as we were finishing
SOMETHING CRAWLED UP MY PANTS AND BIT ME.
I ran inside and pulled my pants off. As I did so, I caught a brief glimpse of a winged bug monster thing.
It was still somewhere in my pants and I didn't want to reach my hand in to find it, so I threw them in the washing machine, slammed the lid closed and turned it on. I figured that would take care of my tormentor.
However, as I was now pants-less, I had to grab the long hippy dippy skirt my mom had hanging up in there.
So Anna, thanks to you, your dream for us to be hippies has at least partially come true.