Thunder, Hail, Rain, Wind, Sunshine, Blue Skies
All happened today! I was killing dandelions (with vinegar, lemon juice & dish soap) and made it into the house about 30 seconds before the hail started pounding down, Thank You, God! The temperature is supposed to drop to 20 degrees F. tonight, so Harry brought in the black planter bags from the front porch. He got quite a few things done in the back yard before the storms started. He got one of the horse troughs situated for planting, prepared the wash tub with soil for the potatoes and raked a little. I gathered pinecones from the back yard and put them in the east side garden and started to kill dandelions. So you can see who does most of the work around here! I finished listing the vegetable seeds to be buried, so that project is done. I also transplanted more large seedlings into larger peat pots upstairs.
As the hail came down hard, we saw a jogger go by with only a Tshirt on. No, that's not what I meant; she had shoes, socks and running shorts on too! Good thing I read this over before I post. Mercy! She was gone before I could call her to come in and wait out the storm. There was also a woman with a coat on with two tiny dogs caught in the hailstorm. We decided it was a good day to have soup for dinner. It came out of cans, but was still really good.
Speaking of pinecones, we gather them in a wheelbarrow that my father made many years ago. The body, wheels and handle are all wood. I think I'm going to try to restore it. With Harry's help, of course. I'd really hate to see it disintigrate further. I adored my father. In my eyes, he could repair, build and do just about anything. I adored my mother too, but the things she did, gardening, cooking, sewing, making greeting cards with pressed flowers, didn't seem nearly as exciting as what my father did. I was an only child and a tomboy. When my cousin's last sibling died, she said something I thought was very odd. "Now that my brother died, you'll have to teach me to be an only child." WHAT?? That's like teaching me to have brothers and sisters. You can't get there from here! Either way, it's not something that can be taught or learned. You either grow up one way or the other. Of course, I'm not taking blended families or adoption or fostering into account. I had a brother who died before I was born, so there was no relationship there. I never missed having brothers or sisters because I have no idea what that would be like. I don't miss what I never had.
There are dishes in the sink waiting to be washed, but I don't care. It's my bedtime now.
I'm grateful for Harry for taking good care of me, every day.
I'm grateful to live in the Northwest, where weather is sometimes an adventure.
I'm grateful for good health and a comfortable life.
I'm grateful for family & friends.
I'm grateful for God's Grace, liberally sprinkled all through my life.
God Bless
As the hail came down hard, we saw a jogger go by with only a Tshirt on. No, that's not what I meant; she had shoes, socks and running shorts on too! Good thing I read this over before I post. Mercy! She was gone before I could call her to come in and wait out the storm. There was also a woman with a coat on with two tiny dogs caught in the hailstorm. We decided it was a good day to have soup for dinner. It came out of cans, but was still really good.
Speaking of pinecones, we gather them in a wheelbarrow that my father made many years ago. The body, wheels and handle are all wood. I think I'm going to try to restore it. With Harry's help, of course. I'd really hate to see it disintigrate further. I adored my father. In my eyes, he could repair, build and do just about anything. I adored my mother too, but the things she did, gardening, cooking, sewing, making greeting cards with pressed flowers, didn't seem nearly as exciting as what my father did. I was an only child and a tomboy. When my cousin's last sibling died, she said something I thought was very odd. "Now that my brother died, you'll have to teach me to be an only child." WHAT?? That's like teaching me to have brothers and sisters. You can't get there from here! Either way, it's not something that can be taught or learned. You either grow up one way or the other. Of course, I'm not taking blended families or adoption or fostering into account. I had a brother who died before I was born, so there was no relationship there. I never missed having brothers or sisters because I have no idea what that would be like. I don't miss what I never had.
There are dishes in the sink waiting to be washed, but I don't care. It's my bedtime now.
I'm grateful for Harry for taking good care of me, every day.
I'm grateful to live in the Northwest, where weather is sometimes an adventure.
I'm grateful for good health and a comfortable life.
I'm grateful for family & friends.
I'm grateful for God's Grace, liberally sprinkled all through my life.
God Bless