This morning I was working out in my back yard. I suppose some would say garden because I do have flowers and plants out there. I’ll admit “I’m a plant collector.” When I see a plant I like I get it knowing I’ll find somewhere in my yard to put it. My poor husband just shakes his head when he sees me lugging home something new. Anyway, back to what I meant to tell you. I was working away transplanting some beautiful red, rose and white geraniums from the pint size pots they came in to bigger nice pots with plenty of room to grow. I think geraniums are so pretty and since these were marked down like 75% of course I had to buy them. I turned from my planting table and there was this beautiful white bird; some kind of crane, running its long beak down in the ground and coming up with earthworms; helping himself to my natural aerators.
I said “Welcome” and turned back to my work and my quiet visitor continued with his searching and eating. He was a polite fellow only getting what he could eat then he went on his merry way with a full tummy.
I decided to give you a quick glimse of another part of my yard….. a teaser for another post.
Until next time I’ll be busy tending to my plants and I hope you have something that you enjoy doing. Thank you for stopping by and please come back soon.
Not too Fearless to Plant a Garden
I swore up and down that I would not have a vegetable garden this spring. They are wonderful and I enjoy the work but I promised myself that I would spend more time with my flowers. Well… as spring approached I got the fever. I’ve been composting and trying to build up the quality of soil in my yard but it isn’t quite there yet. Oh in the fall I grew beautiful collards and mustard and we are still enjoying meals from them. And I did have my small bean patch I made from my grandson’s wading pool that he has out grown. I get about a mess of beans a week; most we have eaten but we’ve also been able to share. I was going to share a photo of it but can’t seem to find one. Maybe I never took one…oh well I’ll make sure to include it in a later post. Anyway, back to the story. Yep, I got the gardening fever. So I decided to start something small. I commandeered the old recycling bins that have been replaced with nice big garbage cans. I filled them with potting soil and planted carrots. Then I placed an old screen from a window we replaced recently on top to save my precious seed from the squirrels.
You can see a tiny bit of the pool bean patch in the photo.
I was so happy thinking about my soon to eat sweet carrots but when you get the fever two small recycling bins just aren’t enough. So…. I talked my sweet husband in to building me some raised beds.
Raised bed with lining.
And my sweet neighbor who manages a Supply Place for Landscapers brought me some great potting soil and filled my beds. He is an angel of a person and is always helping us in any way he can.
And last for this story but certainly not least, yesterday I was able to put out the first plants and seeds.
I am so excited! I can hardly wait for everything to start producing so I can share with others. That is one of the wonderful things about having a garden, being able to give to neighbors and friends and even strangers. I will definitely keep everyone posted on the progress, of course with pictures, and you might just stop by, have a nice cold glass of iced tea and leave loaded down with fresh vegetables.
Until then thanks for stopping by, and remember to keep enjoying every minute God has given you. There are so many things to be thankful for. And if you’ve never tried it give gardening a try even if it is in one small pot. You will be surprised how rewarding it is. I believe it adds years to you life; if not I know it adds life to your years.
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Friday I had a wonderful lunch with the lady who was my partner before I retired. She and I worked so close for so long she feels more like family than friend. Over the years we’ve laughed together, cried together and got madder than hell together. We had each other’s back. She knows all about my family and I her’s. Friday we exchanged stories about our grandchildren; they are all the smartest and cutest kids this old world every saw. Lunch ended much too soon but we parted with a promise to do this again soon.
I recall part of a song I learned as a child. I don’t remember all the words but the most important are, “Make new friends but keep the old; one is silver and the other gold.” I have to agree there is nothing like having someone you know and trust completely and it is exciting to make new friends.
Thank you for stopping by I hope you come back soon. As we say in the south, “y’all come.” God bless.
I have not been doing the Daily Post but for the last few weeks I have tired the Weekly Post. Why? I’ve been busy working in my yard and vegetable garden. But having a life is no excuse for not writing. Everyone has a life, right? I have two manuscripts that I have also been working on sometimes… once in a while… almost never.
You can’t get published if you don’t finish the manuscript! I tell myself this all the time but most of the time myself doesn’t listen. If I ever go out in the yard and walk around I am usually hooked and will be out there for hours. There is always some work needed in my yard and/or garden. I love that work but I also tell myself that I love to write but I am lazy. But I don think lazy is the right word; maybe procrastinator works better because I have good intentions about writing. But you know what they say about good intentions, right?
I am optimistic that I am going to do better and finish those two novels because I have a lot more stories in my head. I just need to stay in the house and work… work… work. I can work in the garden during certain days and save the evenings for writing. I say certain days because housework (I hate it) must also be done.
Thanks for stopping by and please come back soon. Hopefully I will do another post tomorrow. God bless.
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I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Happy New Year. We got to spend Christmas with our oldest son and wonderful grandson. Our youngest son is a minister and could not make it home this year but we keep up the hope for next year. He is working for God and that is what’s more important. Again our oldest son had New Year’s dinner with us. We are so blessed that both our sons are Christians and we all have a close relationship.
Did you make any resolutions? Did I? I don’t know that I would call it a resolution but I do plan to work more on my manuscripts and try to continue my Creek posts.
So I will see you on the Creek later. Stay safe and God bless.
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I know it isn’t Christmas Eve yet but I have to work tomorrow (the hospital doesn’t close for holidays. People still need our help.) I want to wish all of the kind people who follow me a very, Merry Christmas. I hope your day is everything you every wanted it to be and that you have a successful New Year.
I’ll be back in a few days with more post but in the mean time please spend time with your family and friends and be thankful for all you have. I hope to hear from you again in the New Year. God bless.
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It has been ages since I did a post but I’m back.
I absolutely love to work in my vegetable and flower gardens. When I was a small girl my Daddy owned a farm . We had chickens, hogs, an old mule named Hay-Burner, and my cat. If the barn and house were ever painted they lost even the smallest speck of paint ages ago. The faded, sun bleached boards were the most beautiful soft gray.
Momma worked in town so I spent my days tagging along with Daddy as he did the chores. When he went to the fields he’d take a quilt, fold it in a square and place it under a tree and I had to stay on the quilt. Momma had made that beautiful quilt by hand filling every stitch with love. It was an Heirloom but I was too young to appreciate it. Quilting was Momma’s hobby and we had a large stack of them each one prettier than the one before. He’d bring a quart jar of water from the well in case I got thirsty and put it in the shade near me. Then off he and the mule would go down the rows planting or harvesting which ever the season called for. As I watched them walk away, getting smaller and smaller, a lump of loneliness grew in my stomach. I was scared. Birds hopped around searching for seeds, bugs and what-have-you under the blackberry and other bushes that separated the fields and served as a wind break. I was sure every rustling of the dry leaves was a huge snake or other wild animal coming to get me. I would stare across the field until Daddy turned the mule at the far end of the rows and started back toward me. Then I felt relieved as he drew nearer. This was my routine no matter what crop he was working on. Of course as the corn, cane, cotton and tobacco grew taller I was unable to watch him as far. When he decided it was time for lunch he would unhook the mule from what ever piece of farm equipment he was pulling. Daddy didn’t talk much but I made up for both of us as we trudged back to the house. I’d make up stories about the animals I had seen in the underbrush. The trace chains rattled with every step the mule took and was a metallic backdrop for my stories. Sometimes Daddy would let me ride the mule back to the barn but most of the time he’d say “Girl, this old mule has worked hard too and he needs a rest.”
Once back at the barn he drew fresh water from the well and dumped it in the mule’s trough until it was full. While Hay-Burner glugged down the cool water Daddy filled another trough with food for him. Finally it was time for us to go inside and see what Momma had left us to eat. She always cooked before she left for her job in town. She would put out settings for two, set the food on the table then cover everything with a clean white sheet.
Daddy would draw up the large jug of tea that Momma had tied a cord around and lowered down in the well to keep it cool. We didn’t have a refrigerator but we were blessed with an icebox on the back porch. Ice was a luxury not everyone could afford. The ice man came twice a week and brought us a block. Momma would leave his money on top of the icebox. He’d take the ice we had left, if there was any, and put it along side of the big new block then wrap them in the quilt Momma kept in the top compartment of the icebox for this purpose.
After we ate it was my job to go and make sure the chickens had fresh water and check for any eggs they may have laid while we were gone.
Even after he quit farming and we moved to town Daddy’s love for working the land was a good part of him. He always had a garden.
So I guess I came by working the dirt naturally. I have my flowers and vegetables. I also have a few chickens, which make great fertilizer but that’s another story. When I’m out working in the yard I feel close to God and my Daddy and I have a wonderful peace.
December 1, 2015 in blog, blogging, family, farming, flowers, gardening, God, memories, nature, photography, southern, Uncategorized, weekly photo challenge, working