Confessions

 

One of the things that I realized yesterday, was I have a jealous streak a mile wide. How did this happen and I didn't know about it? I don't know, but it happened to me yesterday.

Thursdays are my errand days. This was the first time I have been out of the house in a week, and yesterday I was going by myself. I got in the car like normal and put on my sunglasses that have been my friend this last year, and I couldn't see to get out of the driveway. They were my prescription sunglasses.

I had to dig through my console to find a old pair of sunglasses from when I last could see like a normal person. They are just the cheapy kind that I buy as I am constantly breaking them. I could see like normal. I thought to myself, I think I might be able to think of gardening. Since I can see again.

I am sick and tired of being on the fence about a garden. I have beets and a row of sunflowers and seedlings on the porch. But that is it. I decided to go crazy and go to Home Depot. I really had no business going there. Kind of like a recovering alcoholic going into a bar to use the phone, you know what I mean right?

 

 It was really early so no one was there yet, except the lady who worked the register.  This is when it happened. She said hi and how was I and could she help me. I told her I was coming in to just look, (Ha) I knew that was not the truth, I was already in the throes of obsession. She started telling me about her garden. She was already picking tomatoes, harvesting squash and had been using her pressure cooker. It came over me, and right there in the garden shop, I became the green eyed monster. I had garden envy so bad that I just lost it. I grabbed a basket and went crazy.

 

I bought more tomatoes, peppers and three egg plants. Two normal egg plants and one Japanese  kind.
I texted Ron and told him where I was and what I was doing. He texted back, " Bad girls whatcha gonna do?" I am staying outside Saturday until that darn garden is all planted. I will just fight the bugs and the heat and the weeds. I am tired of living on the fence. Then those little seedlings that I have coddled and fooled with, tomorrow is the day, they are going to fish or cut bait. Out in the ground they go. Not to mention the thousands of pumpkin seeds I have. Yep, all of it is happening tomorrow. Bright-and-early!!

I did tell that lady, just because I felt like a total gardening looser, I had berries.

 

Cherries.

 

Plums.

Not to mention baby sunflowers.

Since it is true confessions here today. I have another problem. I have a problem with thread. Over at Blackbird Designs they are going to be doing a sew along. They have a free pattern and next week the sew along starts. I would love to be able to do one, but I know I am just too busy. But it gave me and excuse to buy thread. So I did,
Look at these yummy colors.

 

Last night, I just kept thinking of them and went and sat with the thread in my hand, because, now I can really see colors again. Colors make me feel so good. It has been so long I thought I could see them last time but now it is just mind boggling. It feels like the best dessert you ever had in your whole life to my brain. Does that make sense? I can't wear my regular glasses at all now. It is only habit that makes me grab them. I am so glad that I am here today and not last Friday, I know now, I am back.

 

Just a picture of my girls. I am so happy with this little flock. They are so sweet. They have grown so fast.
Soon, though they will have to be put with my other girls. I keep putting it off, because the other girls are really grumpy about the new chicks. I saw both of my bantam Silkie roosters, out by this cage, showing them their muscles. I think I overheard some promises being made. I made those bad boys leave. I told the girls to not believe a word they heard. That is when I really wish I spoke chicken. I could tell my little hens, it was all lies. 

Have a delightful Friday and weekend, I will be wearing my Farm Girl hat all weekend. Playing in the garden.

~Kim~

" Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot will be shot."
---The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain, 1884---