Thursday, July 7, 2011
Friday Farm Girl
Did you know that it has been so hot this week where I live
that by the time I get out to my garden the Morning Glories
are closing up? The sun is barely up and the Morning Glories
have decided that they have had enough of the sun.
Even closing up I love the striped pattern on the petals.
I planted six new rows of sunflowers on Sunday morning
and Monday morning. The ground is so warm the seeds were
already coming up yesterday. It took two days. It makes me
happy that sunflowers like the heat.
I worked in my front flowerbeds today. For three hours.
I was working away with my headphones on because when
I start getting tired if I put on music I can go another couple of
hours. The humidity is high, well for here, and by 8:30 this morning
it was already 90 degrees in the shade. I was dripping wet, with sweat
and mud and you know how you look when you are working really hard.
When I hear a voice say some thing to me. I thought it was my daughter,
telling me that she was going to school, you know how with the music blaring
and headphones in it is hard to tell where someone spoke? I looked up at the
front door and no one was there. I heard the voice again, and I started ripping
ear buds out of my ears and pulling my gloves off looking around for the voice.
Standing in the shade behind me is a young girl with a sun hat and she looked
like you know how pretty young girls look working on her college break.
She had her meter reader contraption in her hand. " She was asking if I had a dog."
I looked around and I said, " A dog?" She said, " yes, do you have a dog that will bite me?"
In my mind, I think Sasha? Bite anyone? I said, " I had already put her in the house."
I told her where the meter was and turned around to finish working.
I was also doing laundry today so I took my shoes off and came in the house and
did the whole transfer thing and folded a load and went to get my water bottle.
I walked into my bedroom and caught my reflection. I jumped. I scared myself.
My shirt was completely wet with sweat, I had dirt stuck in my eyelids and in the
bends by my elbows. Even my shorts had sweat stains on them and where my socks
stopped I had mud and my socks were black.
I thought, Oh my gosh, what in heavens name did that poor girl think when she saw me?
Did I scare her to death. Did I look like one of those characters that I think of sometimes
that go in and out of my memory?
Today though, I am writing this on Thursday before Friday.
I am going to spend Friday having a sewing day. I haven't had
one in awhile. I never made my new grand daughter a baby quilt
for when she was born. It hit me that I will have another new
baby in the spring so I need to get one made for Claire or
I will get behind.
So I hope your Friday is a nice one. We might get a break
the weather might be in the 90s instead of the 100s.
I do love Friday's