As you can see on the sidebar, I've declared THE AWFUL to have officially begun and am counting down the days to October 1st, the date each year when I actually begin to believe that I may make it through another Texas summer. Strictly speaking, it's been awful since mid-May but I've been in denial. Too much time in cooler climes spoiled me: the mountains of North Carolina and the streets of New York City were much more to my liking than my corner of Katy. All month long, as I cut back already overgrown plants and pull rapidly proliferating weeds, my mind keeps slipping away from the tasks at hand. I lose myself in fantasies of turning my back on the gardens and getting the hell out of Texas, at least for the summer. At my crankiest, I start a mental list of better places to live.
When I said this to friends last weekend, one of them laughed and told me "you could never leave your garden." She was shocked when I answered that yes, I could. I truly believe I could say goodbye to my corner of Katy and move on without lingering regrets. It's not that I don't have these thoughts every summer but this year, for the first time, I've considered it as possibility rather than fantasy that I could someday live and garden somewhere other than Katy.