EVERYTHING IS PLANTED!!!! While this is not news to quicken most peoples' pulse, it made me come inside and do the happy dance. That got the dogs all het up, so we all ran around the living room yipping and barking. Is it any wonder I live alone? Or, is it any wonder, SINCE I live alone?
In any case, it was a happy occasion. I then plopped down on the chair and swigged down an iced tea - then started dinner. I had my new friend, L, over for dinner and wanted to make a good impression. Of course, she is so nice that I could have served poached chipmunk with purslane sauce and she would have (said she) loved it. When, during the course of a very long and enjoyable conversation, she said she was 80, you could have knocked me over with a pair of silk drawers. Holey Guacamole! She is the poster child of the result of a good farming life - seven kids, always raised their own food, milks goats (one goat now, OAD), eats as much organic food as she can. Has a large garden and healthy soil (which she amends and sees to herself). A year ago, her husband died, so she buckles down and does what needs to be done. She has fruit, nuts and homemade yogurt for breakfast, a "green drink" mid-morning, a hearty lunch with lots of fruits and vegetables, and a light dinner. She drinks kombucha and water. Period. She is as sharp as a tack. She is my idol! According to L, as long as you eat well, keep active and have a positive attitude, you can live a long time. I guess so! Anyway, she loved the meal - smoked turkey (discovered in my freezer), kale salad, carrot rice, and a blueberry/cranberry crumble for dessert. She had two helpings of everything but dessert. (I should take note of this......)
This morning came too fast - really, something should be done to slow weekend time. Ideas anyone? I got everything watered since we are not forecast for rain until, possibly, Wednesday, and picked strawberries. Yes, I finally came up with a method to keep my strawberries for myself. The bird net swaddle works! It continues to be a challenge to pick strawberries for me, however, although, this morning I realized I could rip holes in the top (just large enough to put my hand through) and then reach around inside. Still not ideal, but worth the effort:
Tonight I have to go get hay. My usual source of hay manpower is up to his broken tractors in hay fields that need to be chopped and stored. I will try not to whine too loudly, having to stack it myself. Another neighbor is lending his trailer and my hay guy (ssssiigggghhhh) is helping to stack it on his end. It's only 50 bales, so it won't kill me. Just maim me. :)
(Hang in there, Mama Pea - only seven more days....)