I continued weeding my plant junkyard. I have been buying distressed plants for a couple years now and tossing them into a spot I had designated to be a flowerbed at some point. Now I am weeding, taking stock of what has grown, filling in the empty spots with plants Mattie bartered for a ride, dahlia bulbs I had been given for my birthday, planting seeds, rearranging plants. A couple more days of working at it should make me feel better about it.
As I worked Possum, one of the ferals came over to keep me company. She loves to be petted. She purrs and rubbed against me. She chased dirt clots and finally laid stretched out close next to me. It is so strange. As friendly as she is, I still can't pick k her up and she won't come inside for more than a couple minutes.
The big news is that Tim got his tractor running. That has been troubling him. I am glad. I have been wanting some rock moved to make a little back drop to my flowers. He spent a couple hours mowing.
The vegetable beds look great too. They are so easy to keep weeded. I planted a couple dozen tomato plants - cherry, beefsteak, and San Marzano. Peppers sweet and jalapeños, onions, garlic, peas, beans, zucchini, carrots, corn and pumpkins. Herbs- rosemary, basil, chives. Oregano. It makes me happy to see everything doing so well.
I saw a bluebird. It is nest building. That made me happy too.
Thursday, I am headed east for granddaughter time. Another happy thing.
Lacey did not want to be picked up. Sha’s cat is very friendly and really loves to be loved by her, but she doesn’t like to be picked up. Sha’s theory is that rescued cats are like that, and yours fits in its own way.
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