My favorite tool.
I paid ten-cents for it just to use
to dig around in pots when I transplant things or put dirt into pots.
It looked new when I purchased it.
Exbf has brought it in the house to me several times.
It's about time I returned to some normalcy in my life. Right now, there is a lull in the stress since I know the removal of me from here is not happening soon, thanks to some plans by others, plans that will drag on. Physically and emotionally, I have been a wreck. But, I am trying to plant/germinate things I never did this year because I wanted nothing in the ground to leave here. Plus, with potentially no place to lay my head, I could not see why I should even germinate basil. It would be too sad to drag around plants, too pitiful. I will show you what I did next post.
Now, my ac in the wall finally died. After 35 years, it gave up. I have expected this for the last 20 years. Finding money to replace it even with a used or cheap ac is not in the stars. So, my chronic bronchitis is acting up. I may never move again...lol. I mean--never move around and make myself hot and all coughy. If you smoke around your children, stop. I do believe that living with a chain smoking father left me with this legacy. By the way, even smoke on your clothing can affect your children--it's called third hand smoke.
That means I will just eat all the wrong foods and gain weight. So, there is a goal--keep off what I have lost. Ice cream may be nice and cold, but it is not the solution!
Did I tell you I am starting to write again? I have a book partly in my head and partly on paper/computer? My friend, Fred, has inspired me and encouraged me.
Look for an ebook giveaway on my blog this next week. Anyone in the world can enter!
The last potato plant died, so exbf will dig up the potatoes from my pink box on Wednesday. Now, tomatoes cannot be planted there, right? I do want cayenne peppers and pumpkin. Can those live where potatoes were planted? The herbs will all go into pots.
One day, I will show you a picture of my new old table. I had lots of round tables in the basement for when I held parties in the yard. Everyone had a table and chair--no balancing food on laps. I made long tablecloths, down to the ground! I decided to sell all the tables. I did sell my favorite but don't regret it. One I will not sell because exbf fixed it and I need a work table outdoors. You have seen the others in photos.
After all this rambling, I guess I will stop.
Did I babble too much? LOL Has anything ever just robbed you of the will to plant things?