Thursday, August 16, 2007
Think Cool!
For all of you out there looking for rain for your garden, wishing the sweat was not rolling down your forehead, or just sick of dry, hot,days This is for you.
I got up this morning when my arms would not allow me to lay on them any longer and started what is slowly becoming a routine.
1. Turn on the coffee pot and take Brandy out.
2. Check the bird feeders for any outages and fill if needed.
3. Fill the fountains so I don’t burn out the pumps.
4. Take the chrome pail full of water and whisk broom to clean and fill the bird bath on the berm.
5. Pull weeds on the berm.
6. Pull weeds from one of the gardens around the dome.
7. Come in and feed and water both Brandy and Molly.
8. Empty the dishwasher.
9. Check the calendar to make sure there are no appointments today. (I check it the night before also)
10. I pour my coffee and take a sip.
Now I must confess I don’t always pull weeds but if the morning is cool this is the time!
I thought how glad I was that I didn’t have a garden this year. The hot, dry days would just kill things off faster than I could water. Something about pulling 50 to 100 feet of hose up and down the yard doesn’t appeal to this 72 year old body. Don’t tell me to put in a sprinkler system --it is a yard with a field out back not a lawn. Every time I think garden I remember my poor strawberry plants wilting all over the place.
The barrel Idea that Jay had was good but they were moved out by the shed when the new deck went on and never moved back. Plus all the operations on his arms has limited the activity he can expend. Maybe next year I’ll get them moved closer to the dome and take over the project.
We had a visiting nurse in to teach Jay how to take the blood pressure in his leg. She will be seeing him a couple of more times until he has the hang of it.
The word on the raspberries is that we should be able to pick this weekend. That is one of the four projects left for canning this year. I don’t know if I mentioned this but I’m leaving the canning jars and equipment under the shelf of the pass through in the dining room until I’m done. Every thing is ripening one after another and it makes no sense to haul every thing to the basement for the few days in between canning projects. Besides Jay doesn’t see that well, we have little company, and Molly and Brandy don’t care what is stowed up here..
A brief interruption with Brandy brought a new experience just now. I took her outside on her extendable leash and while waiting for her to finish a Hummingbird came up to within three inches of my hand to explore the red plastic handle. It was a beautiful green color and of course I had no camera available.
I still haven’t gotten pictures of my Dad’s bedroom set and I have to tell you about the afghan I’m working on but I have been up almost three hours now and my tummy is calling for a bowl of cereal so all see you all later. Remember Love, Laugh , and Live your life like it is you last one --because Dear heart It is!
