Back from the brink
You know how sometimes life just gets ahead of you and before you know it, you’re not sure where to start to catch up? Well, here I am, embarassed that it’s been so long since I posted. But I’m back at it, and hoping you will continue along with me. I have been wedged in a tight spot, like a certain bear I have always liked, and I needed a friend.
Summer has started. Spring didn’t seem like much here this year, with colder and greyer weather than usual. I fell off the wagon with much of my cooking as I took on the tasks of getting the garden ready for the season. I thought I would blog about the seeds, but never got round to it.
The seedlings became leggy and then I got busier with work and didn’t have time to transplant them. Luckily I am blessed with a wonderful husband, and he managed to transplant many of the peppers and tomatoes so they could grow a bit, even if it was in the greenhouse. Finally we did get them planted in the garden, and there was so much rain I didn’t need to worry about watering.
The lawn has grown so much when Ella lies down I think she’s pretending to be a wild animal in the jungle. I wanted to mow it today – I finally had a day planned for yard work – but the rain came down so heavy t times it was hard to see. I did some weeding, in my slicker and gumboots. When I tried to hoe between the rows of the veggie garden, the wet dirt stuck to the hoe in clumps and the weeds I pulled stuck to my gardening gloves. But I did get it done!
I felt a bit like Christopher Robin…
The good thing about the rain is that it made me come inside. I made popcorn and the dogs and I watched “Rebel Without a Cause”, which I had always wanted to see. And now, I am finally posting something. Three cheers for me!
Now I am off to the kitchen to make pastry – I am going to bake a rhubarb pie tomorrow. Rhubarb is one of the things that didn’t mind the rain in the slightest. It also doesn’t seem to be enjoyed by the moles, my other challenge to overcome this season.
Thanks for listening. I’ve made a dent in the pile of stuff, and I’m back on track. I feel much better knowing you’re here.