A very uneventful day. 8/10 of an inch of rain in the early morning hours set the tone for the day as the alert for the thunderstorm came on our phones at 4:38 a.m. Two cellphones with different ring tones and our land line phone all going off at the same time. You can just visualize the two of us snapping to in a nano-second. Phone calls when it is still, what we consider the night, tends to make us think immediately of a family emergency.
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Do you need a good laugh? I suggest that you hang around senior citizens, aka: old people. Dennis and I do work hard on our yard, and it has been a long time since we have put anything back into the soil where the gardens are. We had a good supply of the granular Miracle Grow, and then another quantity was given to us. I went to Fleet and Farm and purchased a water hose-type feeder. Of course, it came with the container full of the granular Miracle Grow. We each read the instructions. Upon hooking up the hose to the feeder, we gave it a try. Immediately, both of us noticed how hard it was to keep the trigger pulled all the way back for good water distribution. Dennis took a turn and then I noticed he was motioning me to come to where he was. He pointed to the yellow button on top of the feeder. Pushed forward, there was no need to hold the trigger down manually. Hello!
The instructions said that a noticeably blue charged water would be distributed. We noticed nothing. I even got a white coffee cup and Dennis put some of the feeder water into it. The water in the white cup was clear. Had the product been in the store for such a long time that the Miracle Grow had totally hardened? After a good amount of time and water into the project, we started over. I shut off the water at the house and Dennis took the feeder off of the hose and screwed open the container. Hmm . . . there was a clear plastic seal on the top of the container.
The next two batches of application went off without a hitch.
If you need to have a good laugh, followed by rolling of the eyes and ending with the work “Seriously” . . . find some old farts and let the tears roll as you laugh your hinny off.
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Photo By Dennis
Using a camera is not something Dennis has done often, but I do think his photos have merit. Practice is easier with the digital camera option of taking many shots and deleting those that are not to his liking. In years past, we had put pots of Purple Fountain Grass on either side of the bridge. I think the lawn grass needing tending on a weekly basis and plant purchasing was put on hold. Next year the plants will be brought up for discussion. We seem to have our hands full taking care of what has come up on its own.
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It’s Shaping Up
The plants are slowly filling in the gardens. I didn’t purchase any additional perennials this year. It was either sink or swim.
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It is about time for slowing up a bit for the day. For some reason, I was awake at 5:30 this morning. Well, I know the reason; I slept through the night and a bathroom visit was needed. I shocked Dennis when I toddled out to the porch with coffee in hand. It’s not uncommon for Dennis to be up early for the exact same reason that I was up, but after a bit the recliner gets a visit and he may nap for several hours.
I stayed out in the porch and drained several more cups of coffee. I decided I would go into the sewing room and clock in. The intent is to use up a bag of scraps that have been accumulating for several decades. This certain bag of scraps are all about 1.5″ to 2″ in width and various lengths. I don’t have the heart to throw away leftovers from the refrigerator or scraps of fabric. Most likely it comes from times when either one was in short supply.
The end result will be many, many 9″ blocks with multiple strips of fabric sewed side by side to make up the block. It is a pattern called “String Quilt.” There is no rhyme or reason to the choice of colors that will lay next to each other. There had to be many other quilters that could not bear to throw scraps away in order for there to be multiple images of “String Quilt” when I Googled it.
During the day, I wandered from the sewing room to the dining room every hour or so. With taking many breaks during the day, I was amazed how much I did accomplish both in the sewing room and also at the dining room table where I am working on hemming a quilt. Did the amount of progress make a believer out of me to get up at 5:30 again tomorrow morning? I wouldn’t bet on it.
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A very uneventful Monday. A brief shower of rain decided the day would be spent on some housework-type events. Dust bunnies have to be brought short every once in awhile.
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P.S. on June 14th Post
Many more blooms.
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My thoughts in regard to the post of yesterday stemmed from limits that are hard to accept within my being. The old adage “The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak” has come home to roast.
Last year and years before, I would mow our 50′ x 260′ lot with my push lawnmower. Grant it, buildings and gardens aside, it was still a doable workout. This year, I am doing the front yard and the grass that is beside the house. I bow to Dennis and his riding lawnmower for the lawn in the backyard to be taken care of. He has always done the far portion of the acre and this year he just takes extended swats.
The gardens have been tended and just in time as the biting bugs have found us. I am back at my niche in the sewing room. I can no longer sit at the sewing machine for hours on end. Now, I have to remind myself to get up every hour and go to a different venue. My back is thankful for those “timeouts.” I have learned to avoid days of pain when I couldn’t do anything. An hour here and an hour there can still show progress in a project. Our dining room is designated for hand sewing. I have known for years that standing or working on concrete floors for extended periods can have an adverse effect on my legs and back. Knowing it and adhering to it is new for me this year. Yup, I can still learn a few new tricks when it benefits my physical comfort.
By listening to what my body tells me, I still experience everything I always have in the past, just being a bit wiser going about it.
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Fleeting Thoughts:
Accepting rather than expecting is harder than first thought.
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The Flower Show Begins
2015 looks to be the best year yet for the wonderful yellow blooms on the Prickly Pear Cactuses. Many more buds to come, but unfortunately the staying power of each bloom is short. As I had posted at an earlier date, this beats barbwire as a protector under windows.