…Nature. (nor am I satisfied)
Just when I think it’s ok for my seedlings to stay outside permanently, April in South Dakota rears its persnickety head to remind me HEY LADY NOT YET. Temps down to 36 F, towards which I am honestly comfortably numb. But high winds? Nope, I listen and howl with them. 50 mph gusts, so I am forced to call it. I grab the husband and born to run, we make multiple speedily aggravatedly trips in and out of the house, bringing in all the bins, while the wind screams and midwestern soil colors the air sepia. Just in time.
Yes, that potato was the size of his head.
You like potatoes
And I like potatoes
You like tomatoes
And I like tomatoes
Potatoes, potatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes
Let’s call the whole thing off!
~Billie Holiday
Let’s not. A tisket, a tasket, no lunch in her basket?
Typical me, I stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror, blaming her instead of my questionable decision-making when timing my plant starts. A little gamblin’ with Mother Nature is fun when you’re with me, right? Gotta launder my karma if I want to please Mother Nature and avoid the hail sure to come at some point this cruel summer. Might dodge a tornado or two, swim through a most humid heat wave. I get a funnel cloud I can watch from my house, almost every year. Would one consider me lucky that it’s always a funnel and never a tornado, or unlucky because I see so many? The years I have not seen one at home, they follow me around town. Seriously.
…and another one!
I wonder what she look like in the morning, the garden, the coming summer. The blooms on my cherry trees, will they still be there? The blooms on my peach tree, will they come at all? Is it too soon for my peach tree to provide what I desire most? This past winter has handed me a few losses. Almost all my roses (have thorns) are struggling after a winter with barely any snow and far too warm for these late days of spring, and now the rain is gone. Spring rains for thee, yet not for me.
Would you like to see the latest drought monitor map?
https://droughtmonitor.unl.edu/Maps/CompareTwoWeeks.aspx
The garden shops are finally open, but I am staying out of them until I have a better handle of what I need. Curly parsley, oregano and thyme, yet no rosemary nor sage needed. Purple petunia and perhaps some non-poison ivy. I wonder what I can get for ten dollars. Two lantana, if I am lucky?
Push push push my budget to the limit. What do I need that will actually be free?
Not a gardener snake, I need a king cobra to eat all the bunnies and voles in my yard. Why don’t you ask him, if he’s gonna stay. Why don’t you ask him, if he’s going away. I won’t though, because none of them can talk. But I will appreciate warm rocks far more, as I do want to attract a snake or two. My neighbor has a butt-tun of snakes (an actual measurement). Red rover, red rover, send one or two on over! I know snakes like to hide in cucumber vines, so I will only have four of those and be real careful. I also stripped the bark off an unwanted mulberry tree to create a raptor perch. Might be too low. But hit them low, or hit them high, watch those eagles fly right into my garden and snatch up all those little bunny foo-foos. Y’all gone make me lose my mind, up in here. I will survive all that this year is going to throw at me. Drought. Hail. Wind. Squash Vine Borers. Thrips. Bunnies and voles, mosquitoes and grasshoppers.
Let’s be clear, in the food chain, I’m the one that eat ya.
In hell, I’ll be good company.
I made a burger and homemade bun almost a foot wide. No particular reason. Just felt like it.
Menu this week:
Roasted Chicken – not sure the flavor. BBQ? 40 Clove? Hy-Vee had a huge Italian loaf for a dollar.
Pasta Primavera – no protein
Breakfast for dinner AGAIN – more Bourbon French Toast – Addicted!
Burgers, maybe with corn mashed potatoes. Sometimes I mash potatoes with carrots too – A fountain pop from the gas station? All I wanted was a pepsi!
My favorite rose , Tropicana
Alt J Pleader Lyrics
(verse 2)
How green, how green was my valley?
Oh your deeps and your shades
And the wild roses pray
Such heat from pride
Glorious, the voice of man!
Like the nightingales, we sing
How green, how green was my valley
Hello from the other side.
I did not call a thousand times.
How did the season flow?
Come October it’s our time to go, but at least we stole the show.
At least we stole the show.
Harvest in a past year
show me a garden that’s bursting into life
Thank you for reading
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Most diaries will be far less random, promises, promises. It was important to me to provide a little bit in this diary for everyone to chat about. As well I desired an opportunity to play with some story editing features. I listen to music while I write, in case it isn’t obvious. This time I decided to get weird with it, because why the hell not. Bummed I couldn’t get more Simon and Garfunkel, the Bee Gees and some of my favorite Europop in there.
Time, time, time, see what’s become of me.
THE END
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