Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I took art all four years not because that's what hippies did, and, yes, I was a hippie. There were only three choices at my high school: Cowgirl (no Jewish girl was a Cowgirl, trust me on that); Cheerleader (fat, cellulitey Jewish girls weren't Cheerleaders, trust me on that too); or Hippie. So even though there was nothing very hip about me, that's what I was.
I wasn't an artist either, yet I kept taking art, looking for a type of art I'd excell at. Turns out I was really good at macrame, though it had limited use. How many pot hangers did my mom need? A hundred? A thousand? Was she willing to mount row after row of those hook thingies in the ceiling so I could hang up lines of them in our family room? I made so many macrame pot hangers that I figured I needed something to go in them - like plants. So I got some plants. Big ones.
This soon proved to be dissatisfying for me. Big plants, I figured, were near the end of their life cycle. Someone else had grown them. There was no challenge in that! I wanted something I could grow myself. A puppy of a houseplant. Maybe a fetus of a houseplant. A four-inch pot perhaps. Or maybe a clipping from someone else's plant. Or maybe, just maybe, a seed?
So here I am, thirty plus years later, and, still fascinated with this idea of starting from scratch, I've started what I'd loosely term a "vegetable garden" in my kitchen. Right now there are tiny seedlings growing in teensy pots. I can't really tell one from the other, but so far it's looking like we're going to have bumper crops of cucumbers, tomatoes, bell peppers and strawberries. In about five years.
And in my own way, I've finally moved on from that early Hippie label, moved on past all the labels of high school. I'm a farmer now. And off to the store to buy some jute. Macrame anyone?
Am I the only one who learned how to do macrame in school? Fond memories of art classes? Do you have a green thumb? Have you ever planted a vegetable garden?