Things you think of on a slow day
How is it that two completely different people will come up with the same unique combination of flowers, at two separate times in one day. Are we all connected by some greater "collective unconscious" or are these things really just coincidence? Isn't it amazing that the smell of geranium is so strong is fights its way out of the cold fridge and inhabits the entire shop? These are the thoughts that come to me when the shop is quite, like it is today. It's so silent and still in here, and maybe more so outside. The sky is a light grey and a warm wind is blowing. It seems a perfect day to go buy flowers, or even just browse, but I suspect the locals have decided that April is a better month to go to Florida, or Hawaii or Costa Rica, than to stay in Great Barrington. Part of me agrees with them. Part of me can think of nowhere I'd rather be. And then there's that part that wants, at all times, to be with the people I miss, in all the places they are.
I find myself becoming more attached to this place, day by day. So much so that it's starting to feel like home in a way I wasn't sure any other place ever would. I've been a "Denver girl" for so long, it's strange that I would take so well to a small New England town. I've begun doing things I've never done before. Becoming more involved in the community. Buying a farm share with a local CSA (community supported agriculture). Listening to community radio. Supporting the local "film festival". All these little things. They're things I've always wanted to be a part of, in any community, yet somehow never was. I take that as a sign that this is a place I must want to be committed to in some way. All in all, the idea of that terrifies me, because it means I may always be in a place where so many people I love aren't. I guess that's just one of those things that happens somewhere along the way. You think that everyone will someday move to a utopian neighborhood that offers a little something for each person. Where you'll all raise your families together, go for walks, make art, throw interesting parties and be there for all the important things...
Does everyone have these dreams? Do they ever come true?
I find myself becoming more attached to this place, day by day. So much so that it's starting to feel like home in a way I wasn't sure any other place ever would. I've been a "Denver girl" for so long, it's strange that I would take so well to a small New England town. I've begun doing things I've never done before. Becoming more involved in the community. Buying a farm share with a local CSA (community supported agriculture). Listening to community radio. Supporting the local "film festival". All these little things. They're things I've always wanted to be a part of, in any community, yet somehow never was. I take that as a sign that this is a place I must want to be committed to in some way. All in all, the idea of that terrifies me, because it means I may always be in a place where so many people I love aren't. I guess that's just one of those things that happens somewhere along the way. You think that everyone will someday move to a utopian neighborhood that offers a little something for each person. Where you'll all raise your families together, go for walks, make art, throw interesting parties and be there for all the important things...
Does everyone have these dreams? Do they ever come true?
