Passively Active

I was busy doing yardwork before I went to work today, and I will be busy again when I get home, but this close to the 1000th day of daily blogging, I’m not about to fall on my sword and break my streak. (I am less than two months away from meeting my goal.) I was wondering how to accomplish my blogging task for the day, when I remembered I could send in my blog by email.

It has been years since I blogged by email. I think the last time I did so was on my cross-country road trip in 2016, so I hope I am doing it correctly. If not, well, I’ll figure out another way of posting something today.

By the way I talk (or rather, by the way I write) you’d think I lead an active life, when the truth is, most of what I do is passive. Reading is passive. Blogging is passive. Watering is basically passive. I stand with a hose in my hand and let the water pressure do the work, or I set the hose in the front yard, then set the hose in the back, then amble to the front again and move that hose, then back to the back yard. Lots ambling back and forth! Visiting with neighbors is also passive. I stand there watering, and they stop to chat. (A lovely break from listening to my own thoughts, especially when the conversation is accompanied by compliments. One neighbor loves my tulips, another says my grass is looking good, a third said I looked good and wondered if I’d been going to a spa, though I don’t know of any spa around here.) My job is mostly passive, too, except when it’s not.

One of these days, perhaps when the wind dies down (if it ever does), I’ll stop being so passively active and become actively active. Weeds and crabgrass are sprouting up and growing like … well, like weeds. But for now, I’m just glad I am able to keep my grass and other plants alive. A few spindly lilacs didn’t make it through the winter, but most are doing well. Some of the lilacs I transplanted from a neighbor’s yard (with his permission, of course) look as if they might have flowers this year. My newly planted plum trees seem to be leafing out, the larkspur is taking over some garden spots, and a few more bulbs have made an appearance. (If all goes well when I send this post by mail, a photo of my hyacinth should be attached.)

All that growth adds to the illusion of my being active, when in fact I passively wait for the plants to do whatever it is that they do.

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Pat Bertram is the author of intriguing fiction and insightful works of grief.

6 Responses to “Passively Active”

  1. Uthayanan Says:

    For me your definition for active and passive is confusing !
    Reading, blogging, even playing cards with your computer means that you are intellectually active.
    Every day some level you need to cook, wash, even watering is active.
    It is not automatic. Otherwise you are going to pay your water bill double.
    Walking, visiting neighbors even talking I consider is active. Good conversation need enough concentration to listen and observe.
    Nowadays for seniors with enough wealth to eat, and every day life with sufficient comfort to live generally life is passive.
    Except other obligations like to look after grand children, social work (difficult with pandemic). And other activities.
    Earth itself with 24 hours rotation and moving around the sun is active or passive ?

  2. Judy Galyon Says:

    Yes, the photo came thru & it is beautiful. You are very talented in many areas. Keep up the good work.

  3. Michelleintel Says:

    I miss these springtime chores now that I’m an apartment dweller. Your description took me right there with you, very relaxing


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