Spring Forward

For the last two weeks, Noelle with Om & Garden has been helping to clean up the flowerbeds. First was the north side of the house, so those little raspberry canes are in the bed instead of the grass now. The west bed is tidied, as is the bed right behind the house and the one alongside the patio. We worked it out so she can do the mowing and edging too, using my mower and whacker. I won’t get a weekly mow, but every other week should be sufficient. So wonderful to have someone who loves to garden work with me, instead of a guy who just wants to get the grass done and go on to his beer. She doesn’t mind if I hang out and chat; the sun and the company are good for me. I did get a lot of little bells hung on the crooked fence, my hope is to get it repaired next year. There have been high winds on and off, so I have not gone outside as much as I usually would. The water is on, I think, but I have not tried my system just yet. Soon.

I gave Noelle Larry’s hammocks. They have hung in the patio for three years now, no need to hang onto them. Rather, she can hang them and her family can enjoy them. This feels right. I also had a couple Bleeding Heart starts she took to transplant, the large one behind the kitchen window is a natural naturalizer.

Stella unplugged the downstairs freezer. I have it fixed so she can’t get back there now, but I lost about $50 in chicken and bagged meals and turkey burgers. The two little pork loins were thawed but still chilled; I got them into the slow cooker overnight and now have a LOT of pulled pork. The stuff in the bottom was still icy, so I didn’t worry about the meat and the butter. Gah. Fur jerks.

I am picking away at the house chores, right now the downstairs bathroom needs love and is the focus. My energy and stamina are way down, and lots of aches and stiffness. That’s uncomfortable.

And so it goes. Time rushes on and I am in my little capsule.