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sugarplumkittyI'm starting to dig in to chores without prodding myself with a mental cattle prod. When I went to get my daily diet pepsi, I noticed the vegetable crisper I'd left full of yecch last week when I cleaned out all the bags of mush at garbage time. You see, I buy fresh veggies with good intentions then Eric suggests we get burritos (cheap and HUGE), then it's the weekend when we traditionally eat pizza or take-out, and the veggies turn to mush.
Today, I cleaned it. Then at the sink I noticed the bouquet Eric gave me at Valentines had dried enough to harvest the rose heads, so I did that. I keep the heads of all the roses and trim flowers he gives me. The first 10 years worth are jammed inside a beautiful jar my cousin gave us for our wedding. Since then, they've been going into a basket. The jar smells great! The basket is ok. It dries out too much to keep the smell strong.
Then I took the stems to the garbage bin and dumped the water in the back yard. Holy moly! It's a jungle back there. The grass has grown to knee high in some places. It's just been too wet this winter to mow with our electric mower. I'm thinking we're going to need to weed whack it first now. A little longer and the grass will reseed itself... hmm... not a bad idea! My iris bed was full of grasses just as tall. I set the vase down and went to the iris bed. Getting my hands into the soil and pulling weeds with the sun on my back felt really good.
It hasn't felt like that since my cousin Judy and her husband died and left their two sons behind. What a great feeling! I used to LOVE gardening. There's a quiet joy I get from planting and nurturing my garden. Judy and I used to plan our vegetable gardens together every year and start plants for each other. When she died, so did my garden. Even the boston ferns I'd kept alive, one for decades and one from our wedding dried up and died. I didn't care. Only the succulents and really tenacious plants are left.
I love gardening again!
I weeded for about 15 minutes before I started feeling weird. Pulling weeds probably isn't the best activity for someone who went through what I did the last couple of days, even if I am better. (yay!) I still have 3/4 of the iris bed to go. 1/3 of the irises we dug up last summer never got planted. It would be good to get them into the ground somewhere. They won't bloom this year, but at least they'll live.
We took a weed tree out of our side garden a few years ago. It had completely taken over the bed with its roots. The stump grinder people only ground the actual stump, so that bed has been undiggable. I wonder if the roots have rotted by now? It would be nice to plant the leftover irises there. They'd love all the sun.
I stopped that and looked at our persimmon tree. We missed it blooming. It already has small leaves. The cherry tree has swollen buds. It's going to start blooming soon. Looks like it wasn't fungus that killed the old cherry tree. This one wouldn't have survived this long. Yay! We'll have cherries again someday.
I found three irises over by the cherry tree that we'd missed digging up last summer. I pulled the grass from around them so when Eric does mow, he'll see them and hopefully not kill them.
When I finally did sit down with my rubbery legs to drink my pepsi, I noticed that the first place the phlebotomist tried to get blood from me yesterday has a fresh bruise forming under the one she gave me. She had to try twice. My veins are difficult. The successful spot is fine. Two reasons why I shouldn't have been pulling weeds. Go me. lol
What spurred me to start all this? A phone call. Eric's dad is in the hospital with an intestinal problem of some kind. His sister called to tell me what little she knows and that she's driving over to see him. She'll let us know what's up later.
If there's a need to get Eric to Kansas, I think I'll stay home. I'm not up to travel right now. There's nothing I could do anyway.
What I need to be doing is sitting here working on my overdue Java lab. Ok. Now I will.
Today, I cleaned it. Then at the sink I noticed the bouquet Eric gave me at Valentines had dried enough to harvest the rose heads, so I did that. I keep the heads of all the roses and trim flowers he gives me. The first 10 years worth are jammed inside a beautiful jar my cousin gave us for our wedding. Since then, they've been going into a basket. The jar smells great! The basket is ok. It dries out too much to keep the smell strong.
Then I took the stems to the garbage bin and dumped the water in the back yard. Holy moly! It's a jungle back there. The grass has grown to knee high in some places. It's just been too wet this winter to mow with our electric mower. I'm thinking we're going to need to weed whack it first now. A little longer and the grass will reseed itself... hmm... not a bad idea! My iris bed was full of grasses just as tall. I set the vase down and went to the iris bed. Getting my hands into the soil and pulling weeds with the sun on my back felt really good.
It hasn't felt like that since my cousin Judy and her husband died and left their two sons behind. What a great feeling! I used to LOVE gardening. There's a quiet joy I get from planting and nurturing my garden. Judy and I used to plan our vegetable gardens together every year and start plants for each other. When she died, so did my garden. Even the boston ferns I'd kept alive, one for decades and one from our wedding dried up and died. I didn't care. Only the succulents and really tenacious plants are left.
I love gardening again!
I weeded for about 15 minutes before I started feeling weird. Pulling weeds probably isn't the best activity for someone who went through what I did the last couple of days, even if I am better. (yay!) I still have 3/4 of the iris bed to go. 1/3 of the irises we dug up last summer never got planted. It would be good to get them into the ground somewhere. They won't bloom this year, but at least they'll live.
We took a weed tree out of our side garden a few years ago. It had completely taken over the bed with its roots. The stump grinder people only ground the actual stump, so that bed has been undiggable. I wonder if the roots have rotted by now? It would be nice to plant the leftover irises there. They'd love all the sun.
I stopped that and looked at our persimmon tree. We missed it blooming. It already has small leaves. The cherry tree has swollen buds. It's going to start blooming soon. Looks like it wasn't fungus that killed the old cherry tree. This one wouldn't have survived this long. Yay! We'll have cherries again someday.
I found three irises over by the cherry tree that we'd missed digging up last summer. I pulled the grass from around them so when Eric does mow, he'll see them and hopefully not kill them.
When I finally did sit down with my rubbery legs to drink my pepsi, I noticed that the first place the phlebotomist tried to get blood from me yesterday has a fresh bruise forming under the one she gave me. She had to try twice. My veins are difficult. The successful spot is fine. Two reasons why I shouldn't have been pulling weeds. Go me. lol
What spurred me to start all this? A phone call. Eric's dad is in the hospital with an intestinal problem of some kind. His sister called to tell me what little she knows and that she's driving over to see him. She'll let us know what's up later.
If there's a need to get Eric to Kansas, I think I'll stay home. I'm not up to travel right now. There's nothing I could do anyway.
What I need to be doing is sitting here working on my overdue Java lab. Ok. Now I will.
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Date: 2005-03-10 10:23 pm (UTC)