Land lust.

Our peas have overtaken the trellis and are pulling it to the ground.
They are overcoming the orach, making it impossible for the beans to have water.

Some days I really crave space and land, a farm.

Room to grow corn, and cabbage, and winter squash, and melons. Things that take over large spaces—enough space for them to do their thing without interrupting other things. A huge patch of black raspberries. Space for the dog to run that doesn’t knock into the blueberries. A field for the birds to roam.

I can’t even imagine a set of events that would allow such a thing.

The kitchen is overrun with ants. We can’t put the cutting board back under the counter, because for some reason they congregate there. I can’t keep my new (to me) KitchenAid on the counter because the cupboards are too low. I have to haul it’s heavy-self up each time. The cupboard I keep it in, is just a mess of pots, pans, and appliances. There is no rhyme or reason to it. There isn’t enough space for it.

Some days it gets me down.

Everything costs too much.
The system doesn’t seem to be designed with me in mind.