The Mountain Thymes

Wednesday night Cliff and I stood in the driveway and watched the space station appear in the northwestern sky at 7:06.  It took about five minutes to travel directly over us and disappear in the southeastern horizon.  What an awesome sight! With such phenomenal weather, I couldn't stand not doing something in the garden.  The chairs came out of the shed and were placed in their strategic positions.  We bought a few bags of manure and mushroom compost. Cliff fired up the tiller and turned the soil on the bottom half of the garden. The top half are the raised beds and where the Mantis does the work. Once he had the feel of the Mantis, compared to the Cub Cadet tiller, he handed it over to me.  The Mantis is like a Tasmanian Devil!  I can handle the Tasmanian Devil and it doesn't rip my arms from my shoulder sockets.  After he tilled the lower half, the Mantis broke up the soil even finer and deeper.  He was having too much fun playing with my Christmas present and d

Nothing much has been happening around here.  Seems like the same old, same old and nothing worthy of a post.  But..........after a phone call from a dear friend in Massachusetts, I guess I'd better think of something to talk about.  During the past couple of months Cliff's been doing some repairs on the Harley for his upcoming journey to Daytona Bike Week in March.  The carburetor was rebuilt, engine and transmission oil changed, clutch adjusted,  a new LED headlight installed, and new hand grips added.  In the next few weeks he'll buy saddle bags.  He's looking forward to visiting friends and cruising Daytona like we did when we lived there.  I'll stay here in the peaceful mountains avoiding city traffic, honking horns and angry driving gestures.  I'll go to my Zumba and yoga classes and weather permitting,  add mushroom compost and cow manure to my garden for early vegetables.  February has mostly been unusually  mild.  This week we noticed the Bradford Pea