it was early morning...
the sun's warm rays were dulled by the viscious wind coming in from the east as i sat idlely waiting for the nanny's commands.
my sister who is numb to any and/or all emotions simply shrugged off the intense swaying of the heavy hanging baskets overhead as my eyes widened with caution. nothing could stop her mission to bring pretty flowers to the world...nothing.
i sat alone at the back of the greenhouse transplanting...waiting...waiting for what? i dont know...
the plants above rocked rythmically as i punctured holes in the flat surface of the potted soil and i could hear the sounds of the radio faintly coming from where my sister slaved. she came into view at the begining of the aisle yelling something inaudible but her lips said she was going inside for some crackers. the sides of the greenhouse flapped frantically against the frame, knocking the poles holding the plants further into motion and i glanced up then stared back at my sister who stood with her hands on her hips, irritated. she turned on her heels and marched for the house to relieve her bitter innards.
the wind grew stronger and the greenhouse was a peetree dish of noise. i'd be lying if i said i wasnt afraid. in the distance i heard a gust of wind hurdling towards my location and i gulped down my suspicions. when the gust hit the greenhouse i looked up at the crazed baskets then closed my eyes waiting for it to pass. at that moment...
CLANG!
the abrupt noise was followed by many a clangs caused by the pole wires snapping and the hooks of the baskets giving way to gravity. the pole fell at the end where i was sitting and the huge baskets dominoed towards my completely breakable person. without any thought i lept up and indiana jonesed it out of there while the clatter of falling weight kept close behind. i made it out just in time for the last basket to drop and catch the door from slamming shut.
peering inside i saw hundreds of dollars of work my sister and i had worked so hard to produce for nanny, but i also saw what could have been me lying underneath all the hundreds of pounds of soil and baskets that were heavy alone without the wet soil itself. and luckily i had the power of indie behind me, thank you indie....thank you.
the sun's warm rays were dulled by the viscious wind coming in from the east as i sat idlely waiting for the nanny's commands.
my sister who is numb to any and/or all emotions simply shrugged off the intense swaying of the heavy hanging baskets overhead as my eyes widened with caution. nothing could stop her mission to bring pretty flowers to the world...nothing.
i sat alone at the back of the greenhouse transplanting...waiting...waiting for what? i dont know...
the plants above rocked rythmically as i punctured holes in the flat surface of the potted soil and i could hear the sounds of the radio faintly coming from where my sister slaved. she came into view at the begining of the aisle yelling something inaudible but her lips said she was going inside for some crackers. the sides of the greenhouse flapped frantically against the frame, knocking the poles holding the plants further into motion and i glanced up then stared back at my sister who stood with her hands on her hips, irritated. she turned on her heels and marched for the house to relieve her bitter innards.
the wind grew stronger and the greenhouse was a peetree dish of noise. i'd be lying if i said i wasnt afraid. in the distance i heard a gust of wind hurdling towards my location and i gulped down my suspicions. when the gust hit the greenhouse i looked up at the crazed baskets then closed my eyes waiting for it to pass. at that moment...
CLANG!
the abrupt noise was followed by many a clangs caused by the pole wires snapping and the hooks of the baskets giving way to gravity. the pole fell at the end where i was sitting and the huge baskets dominoed towards my completely breakable person. without any thought i lept up and indiana jonesed it out of there while the clatter of falling weight kept close behind. i made it out just in time for the last basket to drop and catch the door from slamming shut.
peering inside i saw hundreds of dollars of work my sister and i had worked so hard to produce for nanny, but i also saw what could have been me lying underneath all the hundreds of pounds of soil and baskets that were heavy alone without the wet soil itself. and luckily i had the power of indie behind me, thank you indie....thank you.
