This has been a busy week. No, I wasn’t out buying shoes (I wish!). After months of awful weather and a recovering thumb, I am finally able to do some outdoor work.
Here are some observations from a few days of trimming, planting, weeding and whatnot (the whatnot part may include adult libations).
Mothers of another sort – I have a small garden. Just enough for a few tomato plants, herbs and some cutting zinnias. Oh, yes and the mother of all catnip plants.
While preparing to plant I came across two mothers. One was a furry spider with an egg sack hanging on its butt. I don’t freak out with spiders (except in the shower, I need my own space there!) but furry ones are creepy. I was the good person and rehomed it to the edge where it wouldn’t be in the way and wished it a good life.
I use hay to keep the weeds down. As I was moving it around I found two teeny tiny baby field mice. They didn’t have fur and their eyes weren’t open so they were new. I covered them up and worked on the other end.
Within a minute the mama came running over and gave me the look. (You know the look! Your mama gave it to you when you did something bad.) I tried to assure her that I wouldn’t harm her babies but she wasn’t having any of that. She knew I couldn’t resist such a treat. I would come back and sneak a peek at them later to see how they are doing. I would name them and invite them to Thanksgiving dinner (as guests, not as an hor d’oeuvre). Her kids were not on display so she moved them.
Gland relocation — As you age, stuff moves around. Stuff that is on your body (yes, I know screwdrivers and remotes move around too). Whatever was formerly perky is now hovering much lower. I found that my sweat glands moved. They used to be under my arms. Now they are under my boobs. How did that happen and what is the purpose of sweating there?
The best planning goes astray — It doesn’t matter how well I plan, I always end up working in the heat of the day. It is overcast when I start and as soon as I finish but for the four hours I work, the sun beats down mercilessly.
I got a lot done. My plants are in and things are looking good. A little work outside is healing and so rewarding. But nothing is as rewarding as coming across two new moms no matter what the species is.
Author note: I couldn’t bring myself to post a picture of the furry spider. Those things are creepy to look at.