Reading Day 7
WillfulnessRW #diary, #seasons, #blood/menstruation, #climbingrose, #hormones
March 12th: Spring hides in the ground, in the buds on the branches, in the longer light of every day, in the excitement, in the birds coming back, and in me. I am aching to open my closed doors, windows, eyes, and ears. March 16th: After a week of winter, spring burst open today. All the accumulated energy came out at once. The world turned from black, grey, and white into green, red, yellow, blue. March 18th: I bought a rose called Filipes Kiftsgate. The rose is able to climb trees, just like me. It has white flowers which bloom in abundance only for 8 weeks. The rose was bought to climb around the door but, when I realized it could grow up to 18 meters long, I decided it needed a different place to bloom. March 21st: The forest floor is like a cushion covered only in small white flowers. They popped their heads above the ground to find my smiling face. March 23rd: Today, summer fully emerged. The sun was there when I woke up, took a swim, had dinner, read a book, and went to sleep. I wish summer would last longer than a week. March 27th: Filipes Kiftsgate is waiting for me to choose a place to root: An immense responsibility. I walked around the neighbourhood to check trees, parks, houses, and gardens. I can’t decide which place is the best for her, and closest to me. March 30th: Summer pushed me high, and when fall knocked on my door I started falling downwards. I kept spiralling and tumbling until I pierced the ground. Underneath the soil I found the toads hibernating. I joined them, dreading the downpour which I know now, is to come in one week. March 29th: Tonight, in the extra hour of darkness, I planted Filipes Kifsgate next to a tree in the dunes. Since it is fall now, she will be able to shoot roots before winter, quieting down and emerging in two weeks. As silent as possible I entered the bushes and dug a hole next to a big tree. I saw myself lying in the hole, and I put Filipes next to me. I covered us with earth, emptied a bottle of water, wished us well, and left.
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