I asked my first husband to build a dry-stacked stone wall. He didn't.
I asked the next live-in to build a dry-stacked stone wall. He didn't.
I asked the current spousal unit to build a dry-stacked stone wall. He didn't.
And so I finally built it myself.
I've always been capable of doing it, but that's not the point. The point is, and what I'll never forget or forgive, is how much easier it would have been if one of those men had deigned to use their male strength to lift and stack the stones.
What I'll never forget or forgive is how none of those men would give me something I asked for and wanted badly enough to actually ask them to do it for me. I'll never understand why they never said they wouldn't do it, they just never did. Lazy, perhaps? Controlling me? I think so.
That resentment is something I need to let go of. I did it myself. Maybe it was the universe driving home the point I can't depend on any man.
But the universe has rewarded me with some autumn flowers. After the wall was built, I hopped on the John Deere 1023 and backfilled with some good composted soil, and scattered the contents of a few cheap seed packets on the fresh dirt. The results were slow to develop, but here at the end of 2020, I have zinnias and cosmos blooming. It's a pleasing sight to come home to.
Next spring, I'll scatter seeds again and see what happens. And woe to the man who makes any comment, even to say I was right and the flowers on top of the wall are nice to see.
The Lady of Holly Tree Manor