Although there were tornados all around the area where I’m living, we were all fine. We had some pretty heavy rain for a bit which means I didn’t have to water either of the gardens.
Speaking of gardens, would you like a tour?
What first caught my attention after I got back from going to the “doc in the box” was the mommas and babies wandering up by the fence in the back yard. I had to go get the camera and see if I could get some pictures to share.
Calf 2911 was the most curious about what that white-legged one eyed tall thing was… I liked her hair do. I really like that the mommas and babies are so close to the house. When the little ones start playing it is very entertaining.
This little shy girl was looking for mama. All of the cattle are Limousin. They are low fat producers, a very lean breed, but are also known for being very protective so unless absolutely necessary we keep a fence or a vehicle between us and them…
Meanwhile, to the gardens we go.
You all know me… I have to have something for size comparison. That bare foot wears an 8 1/2 shoe…. when I put shoes on. This is cabbage (in the center). Crooked neck squash to the right and spinach to the left of the cabbage.
To the left of the tomato cages are the second batch of new potatoes that I planted about a month after the new potatoes in the back garden. We all love new potatoes and I thought perhaps I could extend the growing season… Far left along the fence are iris. next are onions, next is more cabbage (these are red) and broccoli then garlic and finally more of the new potatoes. Coming towards us from the cabbage are three rows of onion that were planted about 3 weeks after the row on the left.
This is the bloom stem of an onion that has been out there for a year or two. I would have taken more of this but it was starting to sprinkle again. Gotta think of the camera, you know, because we all know I don’t melt.
Yes, my cousin Carol and I both used this thing. Her son, Scott, my wonderful second cousin tilled both gardens up real well for us and we use this between rows to turn up weeds and grass… and,in my case, to try to trim up some. I like cookies too much.
These are part of the things that have kept me away from blogging… well, no not really… I have to keep this part of my life real. I have been having to deal with bad depression… Several things hitting at once. Moving out of the relationship and home that I had with Carol for over 22 years this last stretch, the anniversary of the OKC bombing that hit me so close to home that I haven’t yet gone to see the Memorial, the anniversary of my mother’s death 16 years ago that still cuts like a knife, my sister’s husband of 48 years is dying of cancer and just went on hospice last Thursday so we are expecting a call any day now. Sis is dealing with it a whole lot better than I am for worrying about her and realizing that at age 65 I have no control over any facet of my life. Hallie and John losing their oldest son to suicide and Connor, his younger brother losing his sib that he looked up to so much and that brought up my memories from when my oldest sister died very suddenly of a brain hemorrhage when I was almost 13…
And to add the kicker, I have managed to stress myself flat into a case of shingles. Around from my mid-section to my back and that sucks big time. I’ve never had them before but knew folks who did and wondered how grown folks could piss and moan about how painful they were. There’s even the folk or old wives tale, whichever you prefer that if shingles go all the way around your body they kill you. Missy, who has had shingles, and I decided today that it wasn’t really the shingles that killed you… you just would hurt so much that you wanted to die…
Got to have good news to wipe out the bad… I received my summer squash crookneck seeds from Tipper over at The Blind Pig and The Acorn and we are going to do the good planting day vs. the bad planting day. Yep, another experiment about planting with the signs. Aren’t you excited! I know I am. My conscience won’t let me get by without reporting about how the squash is doing so that gets me off games on Face
Crack Book as Kim calls it and back to where I belong… With all of you. And I am going to make it back. Depression bores the crap out of me. About 2 or 3 weeks is about all I can stand of being morose and studying what I can find of my belly button so I’ll grab the bootstraps, get them on and get outside to the garden where the sunshine and growing things bring me back to the reality of how much I have missed by just laying around and studying my navel…
For those of you that have stuck around, you have my deepest appreciation. I love you all and I apologize for dropping of the blogging world for as long as I have. I promise to try not to ever let it happen again.