"No Woman, No Cry..." Bob Marley used to lift me so high with that one. I'm feeling the song in a whole new way this morning (at my desk, of course). Part of growing into a woman is knowing when to cry, when to mourne quietly, and when to stand strong for those around me. I love a good cry, but I'm learning that it doesn't always benefit those around me.
Spent most of Saturday in the garden--my sanctuary. Struggling to yank the gangly and overgown tomato vines out of the ground, I remembered when I first planted them. The soil was fresh and ready and the plants were so young and vulnerable. I hadn't yet tasted their fruit and I had so much hope. I see them in a whole new light come fall. I didn't really like "Roma Stripe" even though they were so pretty--garden space is precious, and I don't want to waste it on a pretty face that has no real taste. The yellow currant tomatoes were excellent and I will try them again next year. Choices...choices...
Had to rescue my flowering crabapple tree from the grips of a very healthy morning glory vine (weed). I intentionally planted morning glory. The flowers are so beautiful, but the strong vines will choke the life out of my garden if I'm not careful. I consider myself a cultivator of weeds. I've actually created a mini philosophy out of the life in my garden. When we cleared the grass and created my garden space, I waged an all-out assault on every weed that fought its way through the landscape fabric. Let me tell you--a weed-free garden is time consuming and ultimately impossible so I began to pick and choose. Some weeds are attractive. They fill in the spaces between the "desireable" plants. The garden is more interesting because they are wild and unexpected. I still use round-up on the grass sprouts because they are ruthless and my beautiful garden could easily be returned to lawn if I don't care for it.
My newest tattoo has morning glory winding through it--some weeds will always be with me.
So here's my garden all buttoned up for winter...
Clean slates are nice, aren't they?
Ended the weekend with some kitchen time with the kids. I call this a coffee bomb...
Coffee ice cream, chocolate cake, yellow cake, chocolate frosting...and it was the BOMB!
Update on last week's muscle exam - I got cocky with a 97% in the class and didn't put in as many hours as I should have. Took a calculated risk and memorized every blasted muscle that we needed to know (goodness, there are hundreds), but chose not to memorize the origin/insertions/actions. I gambled and lost. For every muscle on the exam, he asked for an O/I/A. Let's hope my grade is still hovering in the high B range so I can pull it up with a stellar performance on the nervous system. We'll see...
Have a great week everyone!
Edited to add my to do list:
New profile pic
Update my profile answers...
Edited again with newly shot photos by Chalko who is so wonderful.
Spent most of Saturday in the garden--my sanctuary. Struggling to yank the gangly and overgown tomato vines out of the ground, I remembered when I first planted them. The soil was fresh and ready and the plants were so young and vulnerable. I hadn't yet tasted their fruit and I had so much hope. I see them in a whole new light come fall. I didn't really like "Roma Stripe" even though they were so pretty--garden space is precious, and I don't want to waste it on a pretty face that has no real taste. The yellow currant tomatoes were excellent and I will try them again next year. Choices...choices...
Had to rescue my flowering crabapple tree from the grips of a very healthy morning glory vine (weed). I intentionally planted morning glory. The flowers are so beautiful, but the strong vines will choke the life out of my garden if I'm not careful. I consider myself a cultivator of weeds. I've actually created a mini philosophy out of the life in my garden. When we cleared the grass and created my garden space, I waged an all-out assault on every weed that fought its way through the landscape fabric. Let me tell you--a weed-free garden is time consuming and ultimately impossible so I began to pick and choose. Some weeds are attractive. They fill in the spaces between the "desireable" plants. The garden is more interesting because they are wild and unexpected. I still use round-up on the grass sprouts because they are ruthless and my beautiful garden could easily be returned to lawn if I don't care for it.
My newest tattoo has morning glory winding through it--some weeds will always be with me.
So here's my garden all buttoned up for winter...
Clean slates are nice, aren't they?
Ended the weekend with some kitchen time with the kids. I call this a coffee bomb...
Coffee ice cream, chocolate cake, yellow cake, chocolate frosting...and it was the BOMB!
Update on last week's muscle exam - I got cocky with a 97% in the class and didn't put in as many hours as I should have. Took a calculated risk and memorized every blasted muscle that we needed to know (goodness, there are hundreds), but chose not to memorize the origin/insertions/actions. I gambled and lost. For every muscle on the exam, he asked for an O/I/A. Let's hope my grade is still hovering in the high B range so I can pull it up with a stellar performance on the nervous system. We'll see...
Have a great week everyone!
Edited to add my to do list:
New profile pic
Update my profile answers...
Edited again with newly shot photos by Chalko who is so wonderful.
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Check out my mostly lawn of a garden:
I grow my vegetables in a plot nearby, but not attached to the house, run by the local council. It's about the same size as my garden...20 metres or so? (er,..30 foot?)
...and yes your Welsh friend is right to a certain extent: it's green for a reason! IT rains a lot!! But Wales probably cops more of the rain than Cambridge where we now live. My tomatoes grow fine under a shelter and it's all in all quite mild...
Yes- you're right about my humbling moment. We have 2 girls, but that was the first one's birth.
Amazing.
it's not a poem but a song for children, very popular in France, and maybe in some countries like Canada.
So what's goin' on in Sacramento ?
You like my songs (mp3 in the journal)
Cheers
FF