I was nominated by the amazing Rachel to take part in Five Photos, Five Stories!
Rachel is into bikes and thinking about the environment in a scientific way. She has just moved from New Zealand to Scotland, near Aberdeen, and posts lovely pictures of her travels around the area. I read her blog whenever I can.
The idea is to post a photo for five consecutive days, with a story. Full rules below. And then nominate another. What I like about this challenge is that you only have to nominate one. Otherwise it’s exponential growth, which is unsustainable. (That’s the sort of thing that worries you when you have a mathematical mind.)
This is a photo of my roof garden.
It’s looking a bit neglected – the pansies that the previous owner put in are looking a bit wilty, and the pelagonium (the brightly coloured thing) sparse.
Since I moved to the town to escape a garden, I fear I have gone rather over the top in my freedom, so this evening I drained down some bokashi juice from my bokashi bin and did a little watering.
But the story of my garden is linked with the story of me shedding the things I don’t need or want to do any more. For years I struggled with a garden, wanting to make a good job of it. Same with the house I lived in. I wanted to tame them both. When I wasn’t working full time, I would be out there mowing, planting, watering, and pretty much resenting it all.
Now I try not to do things I don’t want to. This morning, I went to a Meetup group. Meetups are groups where people with similar interests hook up online and arrange to, well, meet up.
I am finding LGBT meetups a bit hard work. Basically, sharing a sexuality with a group doesn’t mean that you share anything else in common with them. The upside is that I have found a few good friends through meet ups. The downside is that while there, I feel a lot of pressure to be friendly and welcoming, when I am frankly finding the person I am talking to incredibly dull.
My pact with myself is that I’ll chat if I share an interest with someone, but I’m supposed to be enjoying myself, not performing charity work, so if someone looks like hard work, I’ll leave them to someone else as soon as it’s polite to.
My friend Kate is much nicer than me, so this morning, she got into conversation with someone who had come and sat down, and hadn’t said anything for about twenty minutes. Now, I know people can be shy, but the whole point of going to a Meet up is to meet people. We are all there for the same thing, and sometimes you need to give something to get something back.
After a bit of background “where do you live”, Kate asked, “What are you thinking about?”
And the woman said, “I’m thinking about knives. I went to a car boot sale this morning. I bought two knives. I’m thinking about whether they’ll cut vegetables or not. I don’t think my knives are sharp enough.”
I don’t yet have any regrets about my decision to stop being nice and accommodating all the time.
The rules of the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge are:
1) Post a photo each day for five consecutive days.
2) Attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or a short paragraph. It’s entirely up to the individual.
3) Nominate another blogger to carry on the challenge. Your nominee is free to accept or decline the invitation. This is fun, not a command performance!