In the first place, grass. And access to A HOSE. Do you know how long it's been since I've had the luxury of watering plants/hosing off the leaves/washing down a patio? 10 years maybe? Just this week it's gotten Africa hot here in San Diego again - the Santa Ana wind conditions are here and it is DRY, so dry I've had a bloody nose a couple times. So I had to take all my plants in off the patio and set them in the bathtub so I could shower them off good. Get them clean, and hydrated - because with plants it isn't just about watering the dirt. They need hydration.
Instead of putting them back out on the patio I've just arranged them (artfully) in front of the fireplace.
|My plants, artfully arranged in front of a fireplace that I want to fill with WATER|
OK - dreaming of things I would like my new home to have. SO - yes, grass yard green plants access to a hose. Like this:
|A girl can dream, right?|
Other things I want in a new place? windows. Light. Peace. Calm. Wood floors (or tile, or laminate, just not carpet). Lots and lots of green yard, green plants, even if I have to be responsible for mowing and trimming.
Another reason I want to have access to a yard, rather than just a patio, (besides my doggies deserve a yard) is that I'm feeling the urge to create things. I want to put a mosaic top on a wooden table I have. I want to sand and paint my dining room table. I just am feeling CRAFTY and I have no place to work. Trying to mix grout and then rinse it off is absolutely impossible in an apartment. I'll get kicked out. It would ruin the patio, the plumbing, the downstairs neighbor's patio...
Which is weird, because while I have ALWAYS loved creating, it's been 10 years since I even wanted to do it. The urge has come around again.
TW - you were asking about cycles, and year patterns. I'm still looking for the patterns in my life. I think I'm on odd-numbered years as far as good/bad goes. (the odd being the better years). And maybe 5-year cycles of different things. I'm thinking about all of that now.
Because while I love moving around, and love new places, this urge to be near water in all forms is more of a COMPULSION. I was telling France I almost want to live IN a lake, or IN a sea grotto
|I could live right here I swear *sploosh* that's me diving in|
Except for the past two days the fog has actually rolled in, all the way to Mission Valley, and I can smell the sea at night. I love it.
And just as an aside - I don't think this is some CALLING to live at the sea. I just really want to be near water. Maybe it will happen, maybe not. But I'm focusing on it, that's for damned sure!