Tuesday, August 24, 2010

The seed

I watched over my garden. It was so strange to see everything that could grow. I bought some small threes. To grow apples. Pairs. Cherries. I dug more holes. To put small rasberries into them. I looked forward to se them coming.
The grass was cut. I made sure it looked smooth and trimmed. Preventing small plants getting bigger. If I didn`t, the whole garden would be overgrown by forest in short time. I pulled out some green stuff at the driveway. The neighbor permitted me to saw off some threes below the house. It could make good firewood for the winther. And the neighbor wanted it away, to get a better view.
It was strange. All the fuzz. An eternal battle to govern what to grow where and how. And if I didn`t keep it up, the battle would be lost very soon. Everything was growing and growing closer and closer. I pulled out more green stuff at the driveway. But it was no help. It just grew up just as soon as it was pulled away.
It went towards the end of the summer. A thick, wet smell of rotten plants was hanging in the air. Still everything continued to grow. Small seeds floated and landed in the garden. To spread the genes of the mother threes. All the green came closer and closer to take over the garden, the house, to strangle me.
-Where have you been, my wife asked.
-In the forest, I replied.
-For the whole summer, she asked.
I didn`t answser, but pulled out more green stuff from the driveway.
-You don`t care about me, she said.
-Sure I do, I answered.
-Why can`t you give more attention to me and the baby that is growing inside of me?

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Primeval forest

No matter how far we had reached, I realized that it was possible to go even further inside.
The neighbor greeted us one of the first day we came to the new house. He welcomed us. And told us that one place, far, far inside was the primeval forest. The forest that was eternal untouched by human hands. A place where the capercaillie was singing. Where the threes died a natural death. Creating a multiplicity of life.
It was something that urged me to go there one day. But not this day. We were already dressed after the short swim in the cold water. And was heading for the way back to the house. the primeval forest had to wait until I was ready for it.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Deeper inside

He, the long gone joined the trip. It wasn`t often I saw him. But this time he joined and trugded away. He didn`t say much. Neither did I.
We went upwards. Tried to find some view. But wherever we went, we only saw the forest. Forest, forest.
We went down to a valley. The trees became bigger. There was a collection of large stones. A sign told us that this place had a name. People must have lived here, some time long ago.
I began to see the nuances in the forest. The trees, colours, sounds and the smell changed all the way when we walked.
We came to a small lake. The ground rocked under our feets. We threw ourselves into the cold water.