Ain’t No time for the Blues

July the 4th, the height of summer. The flowers are blooming, the grass is growing and so are the weeds. There aint no time for the blues. They’ll have to come back some other day. The house is a mess. I am also. The gardens are also crying for some attention. I have to pull myself up by the bootstraps and get to work.

It’s not easy though. I was tempted to skip the gym this morning thinking of all the weeding and watering. The temperature gets brutally hot by midmorning. But I thought it best to stick to my routine of going to the gym Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings. It’s good for my body and soul. We had an early start this morning and was done by 9. I set to work watering and weeding the back garden beds. It’s gets the sun all day but early morning it is relatively cool. Next I took the whipper snipper to the grass in front of the raised beds. It was a good effort for the morning. I need to do this more often regularly.

My day is gone. The afternoon was spent with my father. My brother has taken over the care of our father’s yard and garden. Since he’s away for a week, it is my job. So after harvesting some Chinese greens, I gave the garden a few drops of water. Then I whisked dad off to the mall for coffee. We ran into our friends so coffee was longer than usual. We were a bit slow getting to my sister’s for a barbecue. It was a busy day for us all.

Now it is almost bedtime. I need to bring this post to a close. I thought about another day off but 2 days in a row might lead to many more. So by gosh and darn I got here to say good night. Till tomorrow then.

Day 4 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge.

AFTER THE HEAT

IMG_0810After a couple of days of heat, the clouds and the showers came.  It was a welcomed relief for the garden and gardener.  I took the opportunity to do a bit more planting in between raindrops. Two raspberry bushes went into a sunny corner, right in front of the cherry tomatoes.  One will produce red fruits in midsummer and the other gold in autumn.  I don’t imagine they will fruit this year but I can always hope.

I had really neglected my green thumb the last few years.  It was really hard doing shift work and raising Sheba.  Something had to give.  Gardening was one of them.  I used to spend endless happy hours starting seedlings and transplanting in the spring.  And later, I moved things here and there, hauled gravel and created flower beds.

Somewhere, sometime, when I wasn’t paying attention, everything went to pots.  And as a result, my yard became a mess – over run with ground-covers and weeds.  The pots stood empty except for dirt and weeds.  But now, my green thumb has returned.  The flower bed and pots are lovingly filled again.

The ground-covers and weeds are still running wild.  They will be tamed in good time.