Thursday, May 30, 2019

I've been gardening


Today I weeded and used the tiller on the garden where I could, then spread the straw around.  You can't really see the plants too well since I put the straw down, but in a week everything will be showing and growing well.  I have three Celebrity tomato plants, one Jet Star, one Better Bush, one Cherokee Purple, and two Defiant.  That adds up to eight plants, when I only intended  to have three.  I've planted cucumber seeds in a corner, to grow its vine up the fence like last year.  I also have a variety of herbs:  I love having fresh parsley, basil, and oregano.  The plants in the foreground against the fence are Gladiolas:  I saw some bulbs really cheap and bought them, thinking how nice it would be to see flowers in the garden when I walk out the back door.

This morning I told Cliff, "Even though I know blight will probably ruin my tomato crop, there were times it wasn't so bad.”  So I still have hope.  I love the feeling of hope fluttering in my chest (or maybe that's my irregular heartbeat), watching the tomatoes grow and bloom, each bloom soon replaced by a tiny green tomato.  I'm always thinking "this year might be different".  And I think of the Emily Dickinson poem:

 Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

Then I think of an old hymn:



I've lost a lot of enthusiasm as I age, but I thank God I haven't lost my ability to hope.

Five baby bluebirds hatched in the birdhouse a couple of days ago, and they are already covered with blue fuzz.  We have more orioles around this year than I usually see, and they are sticking around longer, which makes me happy even though they demand jelly every day, not to mention oranges.  I have the usual hummingbirds; I'm fighting ants, of course.  They think the nectar is for them and they will climb high in order to get to it.  They like the oranges too.  I guess nothing comes without problems, even hummingbird-feeding.

I wish I could have gotten a picture of Gabe this morning, sitting on the tractor with Cliff.  When Cliff got off the tractor, Gabe followed him.  Next time I glanced at the tractor, Gabe was waiting on the seat for Cliff.  Apparently he wanted to ride some more.  

I cooked some sirloin steak in the Instant Pot, cooking some potatoes in aluminum foil with them.  It only took about half an hour, even counting the time the pressure cooker took getting up to pressure.  If you want to try it, you'll find the recipe HERE; it can also be done in a slow-cooker.  It was a luscious meal:  We had some broccoli, as well as corn-on-the-cob, or roasting ears, as many relatives used to call them; I heard it as one word, "roastineers" when I was a kid, and didn't know what it really was called until probably sixth grade.  

Gabe is staying with me so much better outside, so I don't have to worry all the time about him wandering off.  I understand why people are always saying a dog is good for older folks.  He brightens up my day in so many ways.  Cliff likes him too.

Our holiday weekend was nice, with relatives coming to eat with us.  We've had a couple of tornado watches nearby and even one warning, and there is a lot of flooding in Missouri.  None of this affects us personally, since the tornado missed us and we are on a hill high above the water; but the flooding is bad for farmers.  The river bottom land won't even get planted this year; it looks like an ocean down there.

I hope life is treating you kindly.  

Yours truly

Donna

8 comments:

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

Gardens do fill us with hope. It's good to see yours. I haven't planted anything but flowers here. Still it's nice to watch them grow. Your dog does bring your a lot of joy for sure. Hope, joy and love. ... life couldn't be much better. It's been very wet here and farmers are having a tough time with the planting. It'll be interesting to see what June brings our way. Hopefully more sunshine than rain.

The Feminine Energy said...

Yes, I have heard that the farmers all across this great nation of ours are suffering with all the rain. In our area of Indiana also. I planted our 6 tomato plants back at the beginning of April... and had to cover their little selves with upside down cake preserver lids many many nights, due to freezing temperatures and even snow. I didn't know if they were going to make it or not but they have. Despite the awfully chilly & wet spring we've had, the 6 plants are growing like weeds and have several blooms on them already. I do believe I'll have tomatoes earlier than I've ever had them before. Yahooo!! A little reward for persevering in the cold... both them and me. :-D Love, Andrea xoxo

krueth said...

I am still waiting for my garden to get tilled. Its rained so much, and my garden has so much clay in it. Hopefully this next week if it doesn't rain anymore. I planted 6 tomato plants in my raised garden bed. We'll see how they do this year. Its just so much fun to see plants growing and I agree with you that it makes me happy and hopeful to plant and see them start popping up through the ground. Wendy

Sister--Three said...

Often my hope falls low
But the Lord always lefts me up
Without him I would be lost
He always refills my cup

Diane@Diane's Place said...

Whispering Hope is one of my favorite old songs, and we still sing it occasionally.

Lots of tornado warnings and flooding here too. Low places and near rivers likely won't be planted at all here also.

Margaret said...

My tomatoes got blight for the first time last year. I have some dumb questions for you: is it treatable if they get it? Is it preventable? I did switch planting areas and put them where nothing has been grown for at least 10 years. I've always liked your attitude: your hopefulness but also your realism. You appear to be better at accepting change than I am and are way more spontaneous.

Margie's Musings said...

I always enjoy reading your blog. I learn a lot from it.

Sister--Three said...

Some of our days are good and some not so much. Makes you really appreciate the good days!