Nothing is ever gone or... being buried under a tree.

Spring time is here.  I've been digging around in the dirt, starting my seeds and I even hung up the hammock.  Being outside, meandering between tasks in the yard, makes me think about things.

Yesterday, I asked Kurt if he would be weirded out eating vegetables from a garden where I was buried.  He said, "Yes, but I'm not overly fond of vegetables."

I thought that this might be a good idea, the way people are always saying, "I want to be buried under a sapling so it can grow big and strong into a tree, using my body as life."

It's strange to me that decaying things feed plants.  Actually, it's strange in a way that makes me feel like I've understood something about life just by thinking about it.  I think to myself, "Yes.  This is what I want to do.  I'll be buried under a tree.  That way, I won't be gone, when I die."

But then, it occurs to me how silly this is, the notion that I'll just be gone when I die if a tree isn't feeding from my body.  We eat food and the food turns into energy and helps to build parts of us; we can feed the plants in the same way.  Nothing is ever gone.  That's kind of the point of life, that we're a part of it and that it goes on.

 Holy crap, too.  It does go on and on and everything slips through my fingers.

my baby is pretty much all grown up

my sweet, amazing big girl will be 5 in a few weeks

when i came home wearing these sunglasses, kurt asked me if we were late for the inxs concert

photo by scouty

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