I was up early this morning: 5:30 a.m.
As soon as possible (when it was safe to make noise in the neighborhood without pissing people off), I went outside to water my garden area.
There is a good reason I was not named Grace …
There is a good reason I was not named Grace …
While I was in my garden area, I felt surrounded by Bob’s love.
And blessed to have had him in my life for 3/4th’s of my life. Moving forward in my new life, using his last love gifts - designed & built specifically for me ... and perfect because he KNEW me SO WELL, blesses me even more:
Early morning gleanings ... it is sufficient for me: I am only 1 now.
2 Eggplants on the same stem. This plant is new to my garden - so it is a learning process. I think I will need 2 of these plants next year. And I will keep them under a makeshift "greenhouse" of sorts - this year was really COLD until last week; these need more warmth to do well ...
Ripening Roma's. I can't wait to sink my teeth into 1, as soon as they are ripe enough! This was a "compact" plant, because that is what I need here - I think I will plant an extra tomato plant next Spring to get the amount of tomatoes I need to get me from Spring to Spring.
Shallots maturing - now that I see they do well here, I will plant more next year.
Sweet teeny-tiny tomatoes from the 'Sweet Pea Currant Tomato' plant. I need another one next year! These are adorable, and I will definitely need 1 more plant ;-)
The Orange blossomed Begonia finally blossomed. Normally, it is bushier, but I have been in a brain freeze since December 14th, 2018 ... and I didn't pay attention to my plants' needs this year ...
The Hyssop bush really took off when the sun came out of hiding! This plant is also new to my garden area this year. It is a perennial, in our temperate region.
A surprise! I was not expecting to see a 2nd blooming of this old-fashioned Cabbage Leaf Begonia. But I was pleased ;-)
The Mini-Carnations, Bob liked, are still blooming; despite my grieving neglect: I will have to be more attentive next year - this plant usually really pumps the little fragrant flowers out. But this year I have not been as 'on-top-of-things' as I usually am - and my plants are pouting ...
Geraniums: again, these flowers are usually very full and bushy. Next year they WILL BE again. I have had these plants for decades; I don't want to lose them because I came close to losing myself.
Harbinger of Fall ...
Unless Elohim favors me with an 'Indian Summer' bounty, I am afraid my gardening efforts this year is a bust. Next Spring, though, I should be able to get back to gardening full-swing as usual. These Bell Pepper plants really needed a make-shift "greenhouse" over them during the wonky weather we had this year.
Vanilla Marigolds.
Jack-be-Little Pumpkins.
Russian Kale: NOT what I ordered >;-P I like Russian Kale ... and normally order it; but this year I wanted a compact plant, so I ordered Kalettes. THIS IS NOT what I ordered. I have noticed that most of my Territorial Seed Order was seriously screwed up - and nearly ALL of the transplant plants were diseased. I will not be ordering from them again.
THIS is what I ordered - it is a tight kale rosette growing on a brussel sprout-like-trunk. The Kale above, looks NOTHING like the 'Kalette' kale seeds I ordered (shown). And the seed wasn't cheap either!
After I came back in the house, I happened to glance out the window while eating lunch, and noticed that my bashful Lily had bloomed while I wasn't looking ;-) If Candy starts bitching about the "old container pots" - I just might haul off and deck her. This container pot belonged to Bob's Grandma Smalley - it was 1 of several, that Myrtle gave to me: and I still use them all ... and they are STILL holding up: they may not look pretty, BUT they get the job done - and they mean A LOT TO ME. Myrtle welcomed me into the family with love, telling me, "I like you; you are good for Bobby." I loved Myrtle like she was my own grandmother. I will ditch them when they crack and fall apart - NOT before: in my garden, I am surrounded by love. And Candy can go to hell, where she belongs.
I checked the seed catalog and the 'Jack-be-Little' seed advertisement is not matching the gleaned tiny, hard, pumpkins smirking at me from their perch on the kitchen island ...
I 'sized' these things by my hand: it fit perfectly into the PALM of my HAND! I measured my palm, and 3" by 3"is pretty small - Bob's hand was twice the size of mine; not sure how "edible" these things will actually be. I don't think this will be a repeat next year.
Heron Pointe is where I live … it is not my nirvana.
But it CAN BE – with Bob’s love gifts, my little sliver of homespun ‘Eden’ ;-)
I love you, Babe.
Always.
OX
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