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Is it becoming more and more apparent that I am not a blogger?  I’ve always thought I wanted to write, but as I age, it seems more and more that there is nothing to talk about.  Nothing to share with this “outside world.”  Not that anyone reads this!  I should rethink this process.

Spring is coming to my area.  It’s going to be really warm tomorrow.  REALLY warm, apparently.  Odd for this time of year.  I don’t like heat, but I can stand one day of it.  Maybe I’ll get outside and weed that little garden patch by the back door.  My violets are getting buried under that stupid buttercup weed stuff.  The solomon’s seal and hostas are flourishing, but they’ll do well anywhere.  There’s a bleeding heart lost under there, tho, and it bears searching out.  Hoping the slugs haven’t eaten it.

My quilting projects this past winter were next to nothing.  I guess I just wasn’t in the mood??  I managed to get a special little top done for my sister, but that’s about it.  I have so many “kits” I could be working on, and I will.  As soon as the mood strikes.  The lure of pretty fabric to play with will get me back to the table.  I know of online quilters that can turn out 2 or 3 quilt tops per month.  HOW???  They have been blessed with super cutting and piecing skills.  It’s a struggle for me.  My arthritic fingers don’t help the process any, either.

Mahi mahi for supper, with creamed peas and new potatoes.  That sounds so good!


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I give up.  The battle of the weeds cannot be won.  And it’s still early in the season.

We live on 2+ acres of land consisting mostly of clay soil.  Plants that you would like to see grow, require a lot of care and ground preparation.  The ones you WANT to shrivel up and die…weeds…flourish in this packed, dry earth. 

I don’t like gardening.  I never have.  I have a little plot of favorite plants and flowers by my back door, and that I tend joyfully.  But the rest of this place requires a team of gardeners working 4-6 hours a day to keep the place looking nice.  I have begged my husband to let us sell and move to a condo somewhere where the only plants we have to tend with are growing on the patio.  But no.  He loves his acreage, and his great big shop, and the creek running through the land.  The privacy from neighbors, the singing of the birds, the crows that have become almost like pets, the deer that wander through, and the raccoons that climb trees after the bird seed we’ve put out…he doesn’t want to give any of that up.  He seems not to see the brush and weeds that cover every bit of ground space that isn’t blacktopped or what we call “lawn.”  That’s a laugh too.  If it weren’t for the dandylions and moss, we wouldn’t HAVE a lawn.  The only time we need to mow is when the weeds get too high.  It’s pathetic.  Niether of us are gardeners, and it shows.

I keep hoping that one day we’ll have it in the budget to be able to hire some full- time gardeners….well, not full-time, but on a regular schedule.  But these days extra dollars are going into the gas tank, or to the grocery store.  I could try to like gardening more, but I don’t think it’s gonna happen.  Not with this soil.  Not with my creaky back, and hips and knees that need replacing.  I guess I learn to ignore it, and try not to wonder what friends and familiy think when they come to call.  It is what it is.  I’m working on accepting that.

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