I went outside on this beautiful day at 9 a.m. and just took a break at 1 p.m. The dogs are pooped out with a lot of running and playing in the yard. Goldie has become a pest with her insistent barking. She thinks Dan and/or I exist just to throw her toy for her to retrieve. It IS her job, after all. It’s even noted in her breed. So, we’d toss the toy, she brought it back, over and over again. She tries to do tug of war, barks, and so on. If I sit down, then she lays by my chair and sleeps. Hard to plant in the ground while playing catch. Of all the dogs I’ve loved in my life, she is really the only one who loves to play catch. Most others just look at you after you throw the object. Silly.
Last fall, I saved as many geranium plants as I could. Took them out of their dirt and put them in a paper bag. They go dormant, then when you plant them in the spring, they grow like crazy. Here’s a pic of them. You can see the green growth on them. I’ll keep you posted on how they grow.
I love weird plants. This is a tropical plant, called a Rabbit’s Foot Fern. So, this one is actually a house plant, but it’ll live on a table on the patio. I think it’s such an odd plant, I had to buy it. To me, things like this are fun.
I have a few plants to put in the ground inside their little garden. It’s under the stairs from the deck, and will get sun/shade. An old Hydrangea I thought was dead is now about six inches high. I think it’s probably time to put some fertilizer on that baby and watch it grow!
The thing about gardening is over the years, I’ve dug out grass, spread manure, watered, planted, fertilized, and watered some more. The results have been worth the labor involved. Each home the Babe and I have shared has had a unique garden. And now, we’re creating the last one I’ll dig up. I’m not too good on the hard work part of it right now. Age, arthritis, and chronic back pain are a definite handicap anymore. More perennials are finding their way into the ground. I keep pots for colorful annuals. I love looking out on what has grown overnight each morning. It’s always a surprise.
When my oldest son Frankie was still at home, we would go buy annuals around Mother’s Day. We always got petunias, moss rose, many varieties of impatiens, and whatever else looked good. He’s promised to take me to buy a couple things when I’m an old widow in a retirement community. I will need a deck or patio, and plant one flower pot. It will be a great memory to make.
Goldie loves to be with her humans. This is the first time she has stayed in my studio with me. She is pretty tired from barking at me this morning. She is a good companion, too. We both miss the Babe when he’s gone. He’s doing some things at the Post, and will be back later. It’s fun to have pets that miss you while you’re gone. Just hate to see them have separation anxiety, though. That can be a problem.
I had a session with my book coach yesterday. I finally know how I’ll be adding another number of chapters. I think her suggestions were good and have a lot of merit. Now just to figure out how to incorporate them. I need to describe the bare emotional and physical reactions to her life and those around her. Telling a story is such a journey, and it needs to be told correctly. Hats off to Sam again, for some great advice!
I’m headed back outside to play in the dirt some more. I just need to finish this big job then sit down with a cold beverage and enjoy it. Thank you for reading today, I appreciate it so much. And I’ll be here again tomorrow. After my first haircut since January. It worked out ok since I’m letting my hair grow out. I was along with the plan, so it was ok. Take care. Be Kind. Wear Your Mask. Wash Your Hands. Be Safe, my friends. See you tomorrow!