this could be something beautiful

today i completed my first day of working.

it was lovely; i savoured all the small forgotten pleasures.

the layer of dirt in the bottom of your coffee mug at break, conversations about the dryness of dirt, the thinness of plants, the plastic chairs, the gritty orange scented soap, being warm in the middle of the winter, brown boogers, brown bellybuttons, brown fingernails, brown scalps...and the brainless work that allows my brain to actually work.

there is something about being able to think freely for long amounts of time.

sometimes torturous, if ones mind is running in circular thought processes,

sometimes most freeing.

we planted all day today. which consists of

step one. take a plug flat filled with hundreds of little green plants.

step two. pop the plants, using the plant popper machine, loosening the plants from their plugs.

step three. walk over to your cart, set a 1204 of dirt in front of you.

step four. transplant, as quickly and efficiently as possible, the tiny green plants into there new larger home.

step five. label, with 6 labels.

step six. place in designated area on ground.

repeat steps, for majority of a day.

i love it. you can observe your progress, challenge yourself to plant faster, lose yourself in thought.

it's utterly brainless.

my only regrets are having to wake up in the morning and the short hours of the day that remain when you return home. Oh, and lunch-making, i despise lunch-making.

i believe my high time is about 1:30 in the afternoon. maybe it's just my lunchtime coffee acting up but i swear there were light bulbs exploding with light --and thus ideas-- in my brain.

POW, POW, POW.

fantastic idea, after another.

drawing inspirations, print ideas, future ideas, possible money making endeavour ideas.

...another pleasure of the greenhouse: being surrounded by plants. i like plants and i like drawing plants. i took a few of today's little green stringy plants home (only the useless rootless ones), storing them carefully in my notebook and agenda.

i plan on doing some ink doodles. if they turn into anything lovely...perhaps i'll share.

anyways...

i should go get the lunch-making process over and face the rest of my evening.

maybe productively, though something in me still wants to spend it curled up in-front of the television.

night loveys.

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but times are tough, i know

and the pull of what we can't give up

takes hold....