I read somewhere that if the garderner is the happiest creature on the planet. It means i am an unhappy human being then. Well i guess so, i don’t like planting i mean sometimes i do it but most of the time what i plant is dead. My brother is good with planting. Whatever he sticks on earth grows. I should ask his help if i want to grow something.
Anyway lately i weed every morning, because i am confused what i should do every day. My head is dizzy all the time either this is because of my dyspepsia or my negative thoughts as doctors and healers say, i have no idea. If that’s so who isn’t stressed now in this world pandemic disaster.
Anyway return to gardening or weeding to be exact. Everyday i wake up in the morning, looking at the ceiling, rubbing my blurry eyes, questioning myself what i must do today? I have no job, it has gone since last March. So i have a lot times in my hands and a lot of stress at the same time thinking about where i will get money for living, luckily my brother feeds me. So the world isn’t crumbling yet.
My brother might think that i am bored and have no idea what to do. Seeing me wearing boxer squating on the path weeding around the house. I am thinking why this unwanted grass grows easily while the roses i plant carefully die? Only God knows. The weed is wet with dew, my nails full of mud, and so my bear hands. This isn’t so bad actually. I can do this every morning. With tunes play in my phone and plugged speaker into my ears, slip the phone into my waist. Music makes weeding easier and fun.
I spend most of my times reading book, writing, watching movies, sometimes giving foot reflexology to my regular customers when they call me, i am lucky they still give me job so i can buy some snacks. Beside that mostly i stay in my room like a picked-papaya layed alone counting days to be ripe. In other day strolling on the beach is my pleasure too, i go alone or my nephew joins me sometimes.
I don’t read news it drives me nut knowing pandemic gets worsen, people protest the government new laws. Leaders criticize this and that. Let the brainiacs handle the big problems. While I am here in my own world with my little brain deals with the bushes and weed. Get my fingers dirty, clawing the soil like dog or cat? Being a bad gardener.