Monday, May 08, 2023

Field Notes- Monday, May 8th. Wearing Spring clothing. 61 degrees. Sunshine


 We didn't make the sides of ours this high.  We should have.  The soil would have warmed up sooner.

I am reminded of how FANTASTIC the garden was the first few years.  All that compost.  I had so many pickling cucumbers......so much zucchini....I think I canned bread and butter zucchini pickles three times that year. I don't have the wherewithal to even do it ONCE now.

I haven't walked down to the garden.  I can see that the daffodils I planted in one bed have returned. And the chive plants are looking abundant.  My Master Gardener classmate Patty asked if the grapes she gave me are doing well.  I said I thought they were.  They don't make any grapes...  there was massive amount ONE summer..  I made lots of grape jelly and even made a pot of grape juice to dye cloth a really wonderful blue.  I wished I had soaked a few of the work shirts in that pot. Wonderful Blue. And then no grapes........

Well, grocery shopping is done,  Library visit is done.  

I swapped out the corduroy pants, thermal shirt and sweater for some raspberry pink print above the ankle pants, a short sleeved v neck cotton tee and a very loose pink linen shirt. Spring. I could have done a white shirt but I'll save that for July and August.

This memory loss stuff.......within 24 hours things change...and not for the better. The only good thing (???)..he doesn't realize it.  Not a clue that anything is different. All the clues belong to ME.

Well, I have books......I can submerge myself in them.......The stuff at the Texas Border....I hope Hell has a real HOT Welcome for Greg Abbott.

I've solved the driving to the grocery store thing....I'll just tell him (from now on) we went "yesterday."

It may not work....I have to do a load of laundry....I am procrastinating.

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