Dirt, the best medicine
We had a great time last night picking all kinds of wonderful veggies in my brother Mark’s garden — zuccini, tomatoes, tomatillos, peppers, beets, carrots, beans…. what else? Can’t remember. Oh! Fresh brown eggs from the chickens. Yummy. I zoned into a different dimension out there in the dirt and felt great for the first time in quite a while. So, thanks Mark! Organic veggies and eggs, and good old fashioned dirt. Can’t beat it.
Q had a wonderful time playing with six (wow, six!) other Cardigan Welsh Corgis, including her mother Pearl, and a few half-siblings. She’s completely exhausted. We didn’t take Rex. He looks way too much like a stinky, grumpy little sheep and would have been herded to death.
Speaking of dirt, some of you have been asking about practical needs. Our front garden/flowerbeds are getting extremely weedy again after all that rain. The boys are helpful in that area, but I have assigned them to some significant work on the house itself (which they’ll ask for help with soon if they need it). Hank’s also getting some action in the job front and has been running around quite a bit for that. Anyway, the point is that I’m usually the one who tackles the weeding, lopping, and general plant and garden maintenance. I’ve also been forbidden from staying in the sun very long because the crappy medicine (as opposed to the good old dirt) makes me sunburn easily. I can do some of the work, and direct other bits of it. The area gets full afternoon shade, which means it’s hotter then, but more possible for me to work (aka tell you what to do). So, if anyone is into an afternoon of gardening (weeding, raking, pulling out some dead plants, trimming some plants, etc.), let me know.