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Great Christie Read lazy catchup

playground on my mind

So the letter said people line up early to sign up for garden plots. And the office opens at 8:30. 

I set my alarm for 6:50 am, and tried to sleep. I woke up sometime before daylight, and thought about what time it might be, but came to no solid conclusion, only that it must be too early, and that it would be silly to worry myself awake. I woke again some unknown time later and could see light filtering through the blinds. The phone clock read 6:49. It turns out that the sun appears around that time, and is fully available for usage around a half hour later. 

My cycle began today! I know you didn't want to know that, but for me, at nearly 45, this thing has become sort of serendipitous, and so my daughter who partnered me in the Attempt to Score a Plot decided it was a good sign of "nature's fecund blessing."

She had made a little playlist, which she said was filled with "I Love Yous." I don't like noise in the morning, but thought perhaps establishing an air of alertness would be useful. 

And it was delightful! She does love me, it seems. There was a full-length version of The Late Late Show theme, Psych, Passions, DuckTales, and a couple other fun things I hope to share. Anyway. We got to the township center at 7, and decided there was no one around to worry about, so popped down to DD for lattes. Then back to the parking lot to keep an eye out for people who wished to garden instead of me. That was 7:25 am. 

A few minutes later, a man arrived for work. We decided this was so because he was carrying a lunch box. I wonder if his wife packed it for him or if he did it himself. Another one arrived, and then the third one was only carrying what seemed like a book. We arched our eyes at him as he went in. 

Yes, the building was open that whole time, but I was too nervous to go in and wander about. I did pull the car closer to the building, and a few spaces over a man in a nice camel hair coat was just sitting in his car as well. At this point we decided to go inside at 8 o'clock, no matter what else we saw. He got out of the car and went around to the front of the building instead of the door near us, and another woman had done the same just before him, so we got excited and figured we'd better go for it!

Naturally, when we got inside, and stood 4th in line, I realized we could have been first if only I'd known what to do. But as it happens, it was somewhat useful to have bookman in front of us. He knew the score, there for his 2nd plot, and laid it out for us. There were at least 15 spaces available on a little map on the counter, and I chose one which he said had been well-worked by a young couple who didn't return this year: it seemed reasonably located between the mulch area and the water pump.  

An office person wandered by and informed us no one would take our forms before 8:30 but of course we all knew that, now being old hands at this waiting thing. There were 6-8 people waiting behind me by the time it was my turn, and I heard someone on the phone saying that there were spaces left but better hurry because there was a line. 

So then I stuck my name on good ol' #48, and I'm excited—only now I'm wondering if I should have taken 47 as well? Except there are baseball cleats to buy, a dog's glucuse to have monitored at the vet's tomorrow, and so on and so forth. One 20 dollar garden plot will be quite enough to be going on with this year.

This is me about 13 years ago, working on my first big garden, in Saginaw Township, Michigan. It quickly became self-sustaining, because Michigan is just like that, and because it's sort of my groove, apparently. Last I knew, the garden was still there, growing old-fashioned perennial flowers and herbs. 

What a community garden plot may look like: