This has been a week filled with moments of indescribable beauty. I believe idyllic describes it best, as it has been filled with dream-worthy moments not to be forgotten, where I am left in my garden-less Garden of Eden to contemplate. And the garden is on its way.
Annemarie thought that I was returning to Texas mostly to golf. I plead the fifth, as on May 1st, I was on the course negotiating a monthly membership. Best deal yet. While the greens aren’t in the best shape, I’ve enjoyed again playing alone in the early morning. I listen to discourses from General Authorities while I walk, and pause to meditate on their counsel. I bring sufficient snacks that keep me energized, and after nine holes, I am accustomed to find a spot to sit and eat and read some poetry. Does it get better? When you can see the dew glistening on the green grass, the birds are singing a song and the Texas wildflowers are winking at you, I hesitate to answer.
I have been astounded by the household bureaucracy. I’m even talking about paperwork! When I asked to build a garden, in my mind, I was asking for a 20 ft by 20 ft plot of land. That’s it. I know the native soil has lots of clay, and that lack of water could prove troublesome, but that’s okay. I wanted a challenge, and more than anything just the green light to create and to be involved with the land. Instead, when I arrived, I was tasked with creating a design. And when I saw Cooper, my partner-in-projects, designing an outdoor fire pit on graph paper before building a diorama, before receiving permission to continue, I knew the challenge to actually start a garden would be tough. There are four people pushing their own plans,
Breaking update: Inspired by a neighbor rototilling his land, my parents have now passed me on to the next phase, that of preparing the land, no capital improvements necessary.
And our fire pit is nearly done after a few hours of work on Saturday. The first batch of cement was mixed a little dry, but otherwise its gone off without a hitch. Pictures shall be forthcoming.
On Thursday, Mom, Breyer, and I took off to Tyler and watched cousin Moriah’s nurse-pinning ceremony. It was a testament to her will to finish, and I was impressed. It was nice to see Aunt Janel, Uncle Brad, Luke and Anna as well.
What else is idyllic? Eating meals from Mom and Dad. Teaching Breyer how to sing from a hymnbook. Seeing Sawyer and Miller forgo baseball all-star tryouts to honor the Sabbath, and to join together with my siblings in fasting. Mixing mortar with Cooper, and falling asleep each night to the cooing of the crickets and the croaking of the bullfrogs. Life is good. I’ve also founded another company, Azalea Advertising Agency. My foreign friend came through again, and he said “Awesome experience. Love to work with you. I wants to work with you again and again.” I hope he’ll come to my Christmas party one day.