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peas! butter lettuce! cucumbers, tomatoes, green peppers and eggplant!
and those silly morning glories that I thought would never sprout…did. I may even have to thin them this week…Wow! Seeds, dirt, water, and sun make green sprouts. Amazing! (I also think that sticks and string that produce socks, sweaters, and baby blankets is nothing short of amazing, too. Am I easily amazed? Perhaps. Your problem with this is…?) I even found the ones that I planted in the back yard are poking their noses above the soil line. Wow!
I heard of bale gardening from Suzie B and decided it sounded fun, so I took the left-over bale of straw from the front yard grass seeding and followed the online instructions for preparing it for gardening use. Basically that means you soak it every day and don’t let it dry out. When you do that around here, you are assured of a bumper crop of
mushrooms.
But that is where I planned to plant the tomatoes so Jakie couldn’t steal them before I could harvest them. I hoped to put zucchini’s there as well, but it seems that I purchased no zucchini plants. Humph! The tomato stands aloof and alone.
As the first day of the holiday weekend wore on, I slowed down, but persevered.
I cleaned the doggie pool, pouring the wash water onto thirsty grass as well as the new garden area. Duncan was the first to romp in it; Dixie followed through and off they went in a dancing chase through the yard. What a lovely romp!
This has been a Spring of awesomeness…the best in a very long, long time. There were a couple days of outrageous summer sun and temperatures sprinkled in the seas of blue skies and temperate temperatures. The greenery abounds and dances across all landscapes. I love it!
Balancing Acts…
For every fruitful day of productivity on the home front, I now pay for it with a day of *not*. Sometimes it is muscle strain and pain when I forget to pace the work properly; other times a capricious migraine takes over, leaving me exhausted in its wake. This weekend I suffered a tummy-related trauma that allowed me out to sing at Sunday service (fortunately there was only one scheduled instead of two) but became too incapacitating to allow anything else… including SnB! I spent the rest of the day in bed and on the couch nestled with an herbal heating pad. As the light of day faded, so did the tummy trouble. Blech!
On the positive side, I finally got to see the latest ‘Sherlock Holmes’ and it was great!
Life lives on… a product of the past, and shaped by hopeful futures. My life may not matter much beyond my lifetime, but while I am here, Life matters a great deal to *me* and, I hope, to those I love.
A co-worker used the term ‘dirt nap’ and after a beat or two, I got it.
Not ready for a dirt nap, yet… Unless it is above ground and doesn’t involve clergy, any dirt napping I may do would be the exhaustion kind that follows hours of manual labor in the yard. My body and clothes stained with sweat and mud streaks, I could see me sitting down to rest (just for a moment!) and my eyes drifting closed. Within a scant breath of time I would be dozing, impervious to rocks digging into my back, or grass and weeds tickling my skin… In that limbo time that stretches and collapses both seconds and hours, I bet I’d be smiling.
This restful, bucolic moment would be interrupted by a puppy lick and a wagging tail. If I am outside, I must be there to watch them play, right?
The dogs love to smell the world rushing by. They each have claimed a window in the back seat. Humans need to get in the middle because they can be real stubborn (AND heavy!) about moving away from ‘their’ spot. I tried to sit in Dixie’s spot while mother was visiting and she sat on me in order to be at ‘her’ window. Moving to the middle was awkward because she refused to assist in the seat transfer. She had plunked her bottom on me. I was now part and parcel of ‘her’ seat, and I wasn’t allowed to move even if it meant getting out of her way.
Puuush de button (down, down, down!)
Duncan sits all perked up as if attending a concert, resting his forepaw lightly on the arm rest while gazing out. He almost looks relaxed…well, relaxed for a wheaten terrier, anyway.
Dixie has made the connection between the power window button and the window opening. She will paw at the button, trying to activate it. Occasionally, she actually does manage to operate it. Then both paws go on the arm rest in order to raise herself higher and farther out the window. This always gives me a heart attack, worrying that she will fall out as we travel highway speeds to our destinations. Since an open back window when the front windows are closed makes an awful air pocket thumping noise, it’s really easy to notice when she has managed to open it.
Dixie is a very verbal dog. She ‘woo-woo’s’ for meals, and to remind us it is past time for a walk because see! Other people are out with their dogs! See! See! We should be out there, too!
Duncan is an intense butt-wagger. His docked tail twitches up a frenzy and he bounces straight up and down when excited. Although Duncan is smart, he still hasn’t figured out the connection with the window buttons. Dixie has, but she doesn’t have the manual dexterity to properly operate it consistently.
But she tries.
I am sorta like her because there is whole lot of stuff I can’t quite do, but that doesn’t stop me from trying!
KaliDo 