Davit,
I had to throw out my whole mushroom soup yesterday, after another stomach upset. I'll bet I'm allergic to oregano as I am to garlic.
I did plant the oregano today, but might have to move it, since my snow shovelling will bury it. But it's hardy and will grow back won't it? I pulled out the bean stalk and the grid, and was feeling so disoriented, since even the garden has so much to do, that I feel my indecisiveness, and feel overwhelmed. Usually I garden at night, but mom wanted to plant that gifted oregano plant, so I seized the opportunity to get outside with her.
Hope is something that planting brings, since the idea is that you'll be there to see it, so it choked me up when mom talked about planting it. I had a rough night since I've been so exhausted, and was waking frequently to worries. Writing them down allows me to go back to sleep and deal with them in the morning.
With worry, it's such a bad idea to start anything that involves calculating, thinking, analyzing since it gets the wheels in my tiny head going and they don't stop at night. The book "Relgions of Man" talks about how insatiable we are, and that's the way I am with worry.
