If it wasn't for the tomatoes... I would torch my garden. It does make me feel the tiniest bit better knowing that everyone around me is having a very 'off' year, too. After a little spurt of productivity, all eighty of my summer squash plants pooped out. After an exciting start with abundant vines, glorious yellow blossoms and baby squash, my Kuri plants died. My cucumber plants withered. Even with electronet fencing, there is a little, skinny rabbit that hops in and out of the garden, eating off the tops of the Swiss chard, chewing up the sunflowers, mowing the beans. But, all is not lost! I have a splendiferous, glorious, bumper crop of WEEDS! (Drip, drip, drip goes the sarcasm.) Between the drought and my wonky hip(s), I have not been able to keep up with them. As if that is ever a possibility - even in good times.
I'm trying to decide if it's worth it to weed the kale and onion beds (don't even get me started on the onion 'crop') or just turn my back on it all, reap what I can and then smother the beds over the winter. It's very disheartening.
Last week, I had to cover for my counterpart in the city, which meant that I had to trek into the office every day so that I could cover her attorney's phone - for that one call a day. In some ways, it was nice to get away from the house, but in most ways, I am so glad I do not have to commute. There is also construction going on in the office below me, which seems to require super-heavy-duty dental equipment (whining drills), a jack hammer, lots of metal ladders and whoknowswhat. You can't hear yourself think.
We've had a brief hiatus from the hotashell weather - over as of yesterday and back into heat advisories - so I marooned myself on the Island of Misfit Stuffies and made more progress on my secret SOYSOX project, details to be revealed at a later date. I will recount my adventures on the IOMS in my next post.
There were some highlights over the past week(s) - my friend, Marianne, opened her general store, Hoosick Provisions, to rave reviews. It is a lovely space filled with wonderful things and they have been busy as all get-out since they opened their door.
There was also a little pre-birthday celebration with three of the four 'girls' at my favorite restaurant. It was such a nice experience - from the ambiance, the service, the gracious accommodation of the oldest of the girls and her wheelchair. Then there were the cocktails!
I had a Waterlily and I could have floated down the stream very easily, had I not limited myself to one. It was a lovely shade of violet. I am going to take my sister back for a later birthday celebration - I hear the call of the waterlilies...
The dogs and I went on a little jaunt to a local farm stand, noted for its sweet corn. While I was slipping the dewy ears into my bag, I saw a pickup go by with a friend at the wheel - I waved frantically, but she vaguely looked at me and smiled - one of those, "hello, friendly stranger" kinds of looks. When I got home, I realized that she wouldn't have recognized me - dog rescue hat pulled down to my ears, sunglasses, mask, barn clothes. She did email me later saying she had recognized Lovey, sticking out of the back window! I guess these days we are recognizable by our dogs.
Back to 'normal' this week, with an appointment with my doctor today to start the hip repair ball rolling. As long as there is not another COVID flare up in NY or VT, I should be okay. I have decided that my new normal will be whatever the day brings. I hope your days bring you only good things. xo