{"id":13178,"date":"2017-06-09T07:49:22","date_gmt":"2017-06-09T14:49:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogadmin.plantlust.com\/blog\/?p=13178"},"modified":"2024-01-24T07:52:08","modified_gmt":"2024-01-24T15:52:08","slug":"the-garden-heart-awakens","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/plantlust.com\/blog\/gardens\/the-garden-heart-awakens\/","title":{"rendered":"the garden heart awakens"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’ve gone through a bit of\u00a0rough patch on the\u00a0garden enthusiasm front. I’m wondering if\u00a0all gardeners go through this. I think\u00a0it a distinct possibility, but I’d like to know from you\u00a0bonafide dirt diggers. Some of you seem to keep on chugging, no matter what. Is that my fanciful imagination, or is it true?<\/p>\n

In my defense, we’re on tail end of a kitchen remodel. Oh sure, it’s a first world problem, but gol dang, no kitchen for ten\u00a0weeks gets\u00a0trying.<\/p>\n

Before it all started, I thought it’d be easy enough to make\u00a0healthy meals at home. Hah hah hah. I seriously miscalculated\u00a0how long one can maintain\u00a0enthusiasm\u00a0for laundry-room food.<\/p>\n

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Even the\u00a0photo makes me anxious. Don’t send me back there.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Thusly, we were forced\u00a0to spend a lot of time checking out Happy Hours around Portland, primarily though,\u00a0Santa Fe Taqueria<\/a> near our son Elliot’s apartment. That’s Jacob in the photo below making Spanish coffees. Yes, we’re on a first name basis with the bartender. We didn’t have kitchen for 2\u00bd months.<\/p>\n

One day when we were there, I finally realized HH started at 3\u00a0instead of at 2 like I’d thought, and I was so disappointed. Megan<\/a> was\u00a0along, and she told Jacob, “Moms love Happy Hour.” What! Doesn’t everyone? Moms my foot.<\/p>\n

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Jacob making Spanish Coffees at Santa Fe Taqueria. He also makes a mean Margarita.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

No matter how well-organized I thought I was in the beginning, eventually the whole household was\u00a0disrupted. Everything ended up in the wrong spot–all topped\u00a0with fine construction dust. Even with my commando vacuuming skills, I couldn’t keep up.<\/p>\n

This is in no way meant to disparage the fabulous people who worked on our remodel. They were fantastic, and I look forward to seeing them all again–in a social setting.<\/em><\/p>\n

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E.g., access to the garden required negotiating\u00a0the tile-cutting station.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

And cats. They had to spend most of their days in our bedroom. Doors to the outside were constantly opening and closing, plus\u00a0the treachery of tools and general\u00a0construction detritus.<\/p>\n

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Mister the inspector.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Mister was a big help.<\/p>\n\n\t\t