This is summer alright… delightful summer time. And I’m learning to love those Southern summers just as they come… with their levels of humidity and all. Except, perhaps, for the mosquitoes and those awful awful chiggers—my most ferocious enemies in my lovely jungle after the weeds, I’m truly loving the South…
I guess I will have to learn how to live with chigger bites and the painful welts and persistent need to scratch they leave in your skin for days and days… I have learn that taking a warm bath right after I’ve been outside and using plenty of soap really helps. So I’m taking lots and lots of warm bubble baths during my days… something I’ve always truly enjoyed anyways. Yippee! ;)
I’m a mellow person by nature… an easy going free spirit type of a girl who hardly ever almost never gets infuriated, or angry at anything, or anybody… but this morning while working in the garden I felt preposterously out of myself… I did. Annoyed at previous owners of our precious little white cottage whom instead of using a regular garbage service for the removal of their trash, like everyone else does, had for a custom to burn it—burn all of their trash right here in my precious dear garden. I cannot understand this concept and would never ever accept it.
And thus, I have started digging again and removing sod… and trash… lots of it, on the other side of the garden, because I want to open another path there and then add pea gravel—lovely river pebbles that shine when touched by the sun, as I have done on the other side of the garden… but this had certainly proven a most arduous and revolting task...
I have been finding and removing all sorts of things since the day I started gardening our lot… from broken glass to odd objects and strange stuff to dozens and dozens of cans of beer. But today… remains of a dead person? Some type of an animal buried there? Perhaps relics of some old witch secretly buried there? Something very odd buried there for sure, for I have been discovering some thick strands of something white like hair attached to something… skin? Like the smoldered fur of some type of an animal… or like if someone had cut their white hair and decided to bury it among a concoction of other creepy things… and then, for some added horror, this afternoon I also discovered several big pieces of decomposed wood buried in the same place… perhaps parts of a very old coffin? Ohh!
I’m sure I’m standing right on the epicenter where those zombies used to burn their stuff... and tried to cover up something unspeakable… something far more appalling? Do you suppose?
Oh and have I ever mentioned that these were lands of the Cherokee Nation years and years ago? One of the most significant Cherokee Indian sites in the nation, by the way… and our little white cottage is standing right on it. Can you imagine? Oh I do hope I hadn’t disturbed an ancient Indian grave instead… can you not see it… oh can you not?
I can surely write an entire mystery book on this stuff might I want to… but better not share my version. Imagination can be a dangerous thing… Oh it's the woods... that dark, mysterious kingdom right at the edge of the garden... that's what gets my imagination all fired up... don't you just love it! It is indeed a most glorious place at all times of day... and I love it.
I love to go outside in the darkness of night and see whatever transpire there when no one is watching… if you dare go outside sometime you will see how trees would change into their night-time forms and transform into guardsmen and wizards and creatures untold… It's creepy out there really, but amazingly wonderful too...
Dream on... dreamer!
Let's all dream together!
Love ya all!