Hello, Strangers.
I have a houseplant named Georgiana that I only water from a teacup. She is the only houseplant I have not killed. There are other plants, which others have cared for, that are fine. The ones I have been responsible for, however, have died.
Despite this, I would one day like to have a very large garden. If I create one, it will hopefully have tomatoes, zucchini, cucumbers, potatoes… I might buy a few fruit trees, some kind of grain, some berries, et cetera. I’ll have terracotta pots filled with basil, parsley, and cilantro sitting on the windowsill. My favorite part, however, might be in the area I imagine beyond the garden:
I will fill a basket with the white tops of dandelion flowers from the parks and forest around me, and when I get home, I’ll have a wishing party. Some friends and I will take turns blowing the needles (carefully, I suppose) into the very back of my back yard. When they flower, they’ll hold the soil in place, feed the bees, and I will have another plant to use in salads and teas. I’ll pick the yellow flower heads and use them to make dandelion honey. I’ll have enough flowers to make jars of the stuff. This is one of the dreams I do believe will come true.
Speaking of which, since my last small dreams post, I’ve come up with a handful of funny moments for my stories that have made me view my characters in a different light. Are they actually funny? …Maybe? I don’t know, but they were fun to imagine. I call that progress! I look forward to writing again soon. All love,
–Mabel
To All My Strangers 