AUTUMN AT GILBERT: A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER (PART 2)
Sunday
morning (Oct. 27) , as soon as the sun dispersed the fog, I was again at work outside. I filled our wheelbarrow with compost from my bin and spread
it mostly on the raised beds. Then I mixed some spinach seed into the soil so
that we might have an early spring crop. It worked last year, but if it
doesn’t, nothing is lost for trying. It’s just old seed. After that I raked
leaves and refilled the compost bin with leaves, wood chips, and more kitchen
scraps.
Before
lunch, Mike and I made a 4-wheeler trip over to the old Wright place on Miller
Road. The house is gone now, but I never thought the location was such a great
home site. However, here’s the beautiful view from the back of the
house.
In
the afternoon Mike went to his “barn gym” to work out. The dogs went along and
played around the pond. Here they are watching me as I take pictures. (It's not a good picture but you get the idea.) In the
morning they had been out for a hunt, so I rejoiced that they were
well-exercised and wouldn’t want a walk. WRONG! Two pairs of sweet brown eyes stared
at me as I prepared to start supper. So, all four of us went for a walk down
the lane, and at the “pine-apple” tree we picked what apples remained. Back in
the kitchen, I peeled and pared them for a big pie. It was getting colder and looking
stormy.
In
the early evening it rained a little. Then the wind commenced to blow – and
blow it did, wrapping the house in howls and shrieks. EERIE! In fact, the
wind howled all night long, and it was cold! I hadn’t anticipated the need for
another blanket on our bed, and we were both cold. Mike said he kept trying to
pull up the quilt, which was already covering us.
Monday
morning I replanted the daffodil bulbs one more time. It wasn’t easy – the wind
was still blowing and gusting. Then I packed for the return to town. Mike
turned the Dakota around to facilitate loading because of the wind. KW
Mike exercises rigorously so that he can continue to work and play. I call my work exercise. But -- consistency is key. Exercising everyday for whatever time is essential. This rule also applies to prayer - perhaps to any good thing in which we would succeed. Practice makes perfect. But then -- I'm talking to the choir.
Yes -- she seemed to target just one or two of my groupings. However, the soil is dense and heavy, as you know, and her digging was cultivating the soil. Perhaps it will be a favor in the long run. She didn't hurt the bulbs.
If only we could get her to dig where and when we needed it!
Sunday
morning (Oct. 27) , as soon as the sun dispersed the fog, I was again at work outside. I filled our wheelbarrow with compost from my bin and spread
it mostly on the raised beds. Then I mixed some spinach seed into the soil so
that we might have an early spring crop. It worked last year, but if it
doesn’t, nothing is lost for trying. It’s just old seed. After that I raked
leaves and refilled the compost bin with leaves, wood chips, and more kitchen
scraps.
Before
lunch, Mike and I made a 4-wheeler trip over to the old Wright place on Miller
Road. The house is gone now, but I never thought the location was such a great
home site. However, here’s the beautiful view from the back of the
house. 
In
the afternoon Mike went to his “barn gym” to work out. The dogs went along and
played around the pond. Here they are watching me as I take pictures. (It's not a good picture but you get the idea.) In the
morning they had been out for a hunt, so I rejoiced that they were
well-exercised and wouldn’t want a walk. WRONG! Two pairs of sweet brown eyes stared
at me as I prepared to start supper. So, all four of us went for a walk down
the lane, and at the “pine-apple” tree we picked what apples remained. Back in
the kitchen, I peeled and pared them for a big pie. It was getting colder and looking
stormy.
In
the early evening it rained a little. Then the wind commenced to blow – and
blow it did, wrapping the house in howls and shrieks. EERIE! In fact, the
wind howled all night long, and it was cold! I hadn’t anticipated the need for
another blanket on our bed, and we were both cold. Mike said he kept trying to
pull up the quilt, which was already covering us.
You don't need a NordicTrak with all you do!
ReplyDeleteMike exercises rigorously so that he can continue to work and play. I call my work exercise. But -- consistency is key. Exercising everyday for whatever time is essential. This rule also applies to prayer - perhaps to any good thing in which we would succeed. Practice makes perfect. But then -- I'm talking to the choir.
ReplyDeleteWere you replanting one more time because of Bess' digging?
ReplyDeleteYes -- she seemed to target just one or two of my groupings. However, the soil is dense and heavy, as you know, and her digging was cultivating the soil. Perhaps it will be a favor in the long run. She didn't hurt the bulbs.
ReplyDeleteIf only we could get her to dig where and when we needed it!