The yard on the second day of summer
Most any yard that gets even the slightest attention puts mine to shame, but I'm posting a photo of it anyway. I want a record of its beginnings. (Yeah, I still need to paint the other tipsy pots. I'm waiting for at least two rain-free days in a row. Excuses, excuses.)
Summer just started, but I am already lamenting (having twitterpations over, even) its ending.
Speaking of twitterpations, I saw a flyer advertising open community rowing. I need to row again. (Two goals in life have always been to row on a masters team and to bike across the U.S. Things aren't looking terribly promising on either front.) I face only two problems, as I see it: (1) I am sorely out of shape and (2) they require a swim test. Have I ever written of my swim test experience at Mount Holyoke? That's a story if there ever was one.
I got on my bike today. I even rode the slight incline to get to my garden plot. I was all woosy and panting and kaput by the time I reached the garden. As I walked my bike toward my plot, I was so focused on the fact that I was panting heavily in front of a cute man that I darned near ran over a woman (his wife/partner?) and baby. She had a little piece of tarp up and she was underneath it nursing the little one. I swear, the tarp was small and barely off the ground. I just didn't see it or them until after I was already bonking them with my bike.
Happy cabbage.
Happy tomato.
Happy pepper.
I got from a fellow freecycler nine raspberry plants. They are looking mighty unhappy. I'm just crossing my fingers that they perk up the way the cabbage, tomatoes and peppers did.
Off to toodle in my yard some more.
Summer just started, but I am already lamenting (having twitterpations over, even) its ending.
Speaking of twitterpations, I saw a flyer advertising open community rowing. I need to row again. (Two goals in life have always been to row on a masters team and to bike across the U.S. Things aren't looking terribly promising on either front.) I face only two problems, as I see it: (1) I am sorely out of shape and (2) they require a swim test. Have I ever written of my swim test experience at Mount Holyoke? That's a story if there ever was one.
I got on my bike today. I even rode the slight incline to get to my garden plot. I was all woosy and panting and kaput by the time I reached the garden. As I walked my bike toward my plot, I was so focused on the fact that I was panting heavily in front of a cute man that I darned near ran over a woman (his wife/partner?) and baby. She had a little piece of tarp up and she was underneath it nursing the little one. I swear, the tarp was small and barely off the ground. I just didn't see it or them until after I was already bonking them with my bike.
Happy cabbage.
Happy tomato.
Happy pepper.
I got from a fellow freecycler nine raspberry plants. They are looking mighty unhappy. I'm just crossing my fingers that they perk up the way the cabbage, tomatoes and peppers did.
Off to toodle in my yard some more.