When the phone rang late this morning and Mark's name showed up, fear and anxiety took over my mind. Mark rarely calls and it's always in the evening if he does. Mark sends quick texts. Not a great one as his brother, John, for conversation. My first question when I answered was are you okay? He gave a little chuckle and agreed it was out of character and his routine to call, especially during the day. Mark has been driving package deliveries for Uber and Walmart while he's between jobs and was sitting in the Walmart loading zone for a twenty minute wait before he could pick up his next load and decided to call me. Somethings are just too much information to text so he called to ask how I was handling my issues. Since the shed was moved almost two months ago, I've been waiting for the driveway to be graded and the hole filled in. In order to have the shed moved a couple of volunteers moved all the huge container gardens to various places around the yard dam...
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"no words needed".............................. Went to Walmart yesterday morning after walking Konehete Park and noticed the 3-burner grill I had looked at a couple of months ago for $149 was marked down to $96. Into my cart it went and my neighbor on the north side of my house offered to assemble it for me. Actually, his wife offered to assemble it until she saw how many directions and pieces it had and told Charlie he could do it. It'll be so pleasant to do fish outside again and not splatter it all over the cook-stove (NC terminology). Also, bought a light lilac butterfly bush at Tractor Supply on the way home and with last night's pouring rain the ground was very workable for me. This past winter the one degree temperatures we had around Christmas killed some of my established bushes and perennials. I'm still looking for the deep purple one. After I planted the new bush I weed whacked the lower yard beyond the fenced garden, r...
Some mornings are emotionally rough, especially with so many being cold and dreary and slow to see the sun. We've had low 50s starts which makes the house cold, to me. My mornings begin with a warm shower and 20 minute yin yoga slow stretches to get the kinks out. As I type this at one o'clock, the temperature has reached 80. Unexpected emotional ups and downs are draining, tiring some days and long dark dreary mornings trigger the blues. I've also been overwhelmed with the state of clutter and unfinished projects for months that I have no control over. This week I began to feel some relief as a few tasks showed signs of completion. Weeks ago the shed was moved exposing the sinkhole. To move the shed a friend from station 25 disconnected the power and finally got time to come back, extend it and hook it back up. So now I have lights in the shed again. Also weeks ago before the shed was moved all the large plant containers were ...
My wild daisies that grow along the side of the road and are seen popping up everywhere that isn't mowed or weed whacked to perfection. They are creative and free spirits bending in a spring rain and waving to and fro with a breeze. They are resilient as they straighten up after thunderstorms and each spring with their shallow roots grow in dry conditions along our dusty gravel roadside never disappointing me. Our acreage is full of these wild beauties this year because I didn't keep up with the weed whacking so nature delighted me with her smiling daisies. While I enjoy Mother Nature's gift my Tonka weed whacker remains quietly tucked away in the newly cleaned out shed. I went to the gym this morning and walked the loop outside then did some gentle floor yoga with Mary Anne. Worked in the garden pulling weeds, lots of weeds when I got home. Tomorrow morning volunteers should be here around 8:30 to empty the truck bed and return the...
Wednesday morning a group of volunteers showed up to lift heavy tool chests, chain saws, and other bulky things from the shed. They were all tucked snugly in the bed of the Toyota where they still sit waiting for the guys to reappear and put them back in the shed. The seniors took a break while the younger guys kept cleaning out the shed. The amazing mule.................. All the containers with tomatoes and herbs were rolled to the side of the garage so this guy could get the mule in place. He put skids under the left side of the shed and greased their surface. Hopefully this week Jamie will be here to grade the driveway and fill in the sinkhole so the containers can be placed again....
I have so much I feel I want to accomplish here on the homestead. I'm waking naturally around 5:30 and after stretching and wiggling, I can jump out of bed to face the day by opening the kitchen door and listening to the whippoorwills' song fill the still dark forest. When the air is warm enough, I sit on the porch steps or my chair and let their concert serenade me before they detect the morning awaking and cease their chorus. All thoughts of how much needs to be done here are gone............... Cliff asked me if I would sell our home and move to be closer to any of the children when he was gone. My immediate answer was no. This is where I find peace. Little by little I'll get thing done. The pollen is still very heavy so I can't pressure wash the porch yet. What's left of the radio equipment is out in the garage and I'm waiting for an estimate on painting that room. The garden is slow this year and the almanac says we're in ...