Greenhouse
This little pepper, it holds a piece of me. There’s something primitive about caring for a garden. Us, as humans, I believe we forget the way we use to be. Today we live in a world on the go, money being one of our biggest motivations. Taking a step back, appreciating the small things that life can offer to get a feeling of fulfillment. This twelve by twelve sunny heat box is my personal escape. It maybe be 100 degrees but as the sweat rolls down my face I feel sensational satisfaction. It has all been a learning curve. I’ve watched plants die in this box, and I’ve watched plants come to life in this box. This is how I keep my sanity. When they feel withered, I too can keep that same way. I need to be revived. I need to feel alive. Which means paying attention and putting in time. Getting my hands into the dirt and working on myself. Everything is quite except the birds and the bees, and my thoughts. Which need to be sorted out from time to time like an overcrowded, unorganized filing cabinet. We all need a vice that helps us find our sanity. Learning that vice can be trial and error. It can feel overwhelming and frustrating. But it’s finding that slice of paradise, of peace with yourself and the pace of the world we have set.