We have really been enjoying our strawberry plants. They have even produced a few already, that were eaten almost immediately. I was happy they were growing and still green. Then yesterday, the girls and I went to visit my parents. Dad told me to look out back at his azalea. It was beautiful and full of pink blooms. My eyes were drawn down though and I was shocked! My Dad's strawberry patch is completely full. The plants almost come to my knees and cover the ground completely! They were gorgeous! Made mine look pitiful and mine came from his yard. Really, I have no excuse.
I did finally get to eat one of our strawberries last night and they are so deliciously sweet.
This morning has been a bit tiring. The last thing we had to do before the fence people return was to move a pile of dirt the landscaper laid out for us. Originally is was perfect, but when we decided to bring the fence in a foot, well, the pile needed to be moved a bit. I spent the very early morning shoveling. Came in for a shower and felt great. The girls went outside to play, then asked me to charge the battery for their car. I, reluctantly, went out to search for the charger and came back in about an hour later. The garage had been totally reorganized and swept. If I had known that I wouldn't have taken the first shower. :)
Anyway. Let me ask you this, "Have you ever had an image of yourself doing something (anything) just pop into your head?" I had an image of myself pop into my head a few weeks ago and I have to admit it has stayed there. Nothing weird or anything but something I wonder how it got in there. I have no idea why my thoughts run they way they do sometimes. I have to admit I have felt more myself lately, with all the yard work. I know that seems like a strange segway, but my thought was of me working in garden, so it really does fit.
John recently bought me one of those large brimmed gardening hats. I love it. My memory says my Grandma Threatt had one and she would leave it on the tables where she would dry her apples on the back porch. I guess maybe part of me feels a bit closer to her lately. I remember when I was younger she always seemed to be doing something outside, either in the garden or the orchard. I wish I knew what kind of apple trees she had so I might could find a couple. Those apples, with Grandma's help of course, made the best darn apple pies you've ever tasted (no offence to my Dad's pies which are darn good too!). I will say that I am so happy to be back in the country again. Yeah, I know we are in a development, but right now it doesn't feel that way. The sounds of roosters and cows say something different. I love it here and I love where we are going with it. Even if it does take us a while to get it there it will be so worth the wait, effort and sweat!
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