A Dash of REAL Coffee!

 A Dash of REAL Coffee!

 

Got up early again this morning to let the hens out. They informed me that they had been up for some time now, thank you very much! Anyway, felt as if a zombie had taken over my body. Only thing different was not putting my hands out in front of me. Just lay back down and slept hard for about an hour. Sylvia got me up a little before two this morning scratching around UNDER my bed. Poor baby. She must have scooted under on her side somehow because she could not get out on her belly. Had to lift the entire corner of that bed! Whew! Not sure how, but it got done. And she lost no time getting herself out of there! Feeling trapped is not funny!

 

We have a 30% chance of rain today, but it is simply overcast and not really looking like a real rain. Guess the water hose will come out and do its duty today. Strange how we can have dew and misty rain and the ground be so hard and dry!

 

Wanting to make some raised beds just for these silly irises. They manage to get Bermuda grass and assorted weeds in amongst them that look unkempt. Hoping that the idea of a raised bed might eliminate that problem. Of course, ideas are only as good as the actual execution. Like putting wooden doors on the workshop to eliminate all the dust and stuff, the things have to be done in a timely manner. The workshop needs to have everything removed and then rearranged and some of the things given away or otherwise not put back inside. We will see if that happens this year. (Notice the timeline—this year!)

 

Put vinegar on the grass on the dressed stone walkway. Hoping to kill some weeds and grass that have just about taken over the end closest to the workshop. Probably end up having to use something else other than vinegar, but at least this is an attempt. Simply cannot weed eat it out of there.

 

The old woman needs to go get some potting soil at either Sutherland’s or Lowes. So many things that need to be done require her to actually put on civilized clothing and get in the truck! Oh well. Maybe that can be the “task of the day.”

 

The tulips in my Mother’s Day bouquet have opened up this morning. The Gerber daisies and the roses are so very pretty, too, but the purple asters will last the longest. Those things are just tough. It will take hardly any time for the hydrangea blooms to need to be removed. They have a tendency to drop little bits of bloom on the bench. But they are so very pretty. Jennifer said she can’t make a bush like that live. They are very fragile, it seems.

 

Sent poppy seeds home with Grayson—as if he would remember to give them to his mom. But his car will sprout poppies some day if he forgets! Wouldn’t that be funny! Going down the highway in a white Mustang with red poppies blowing in the breeze in the backseat!

 

Patty called and we talked about these silly dogs of ours. Her Rudy lets her know that he thinks it is time for her to go to bed if she stays up much later than seven. Thompson is not quite that eager to go to bed, but if the hens have been put up, he will talk to me about the bedroom. And yes, that is exactly what he is talking about. Funny critters.

 

Sterling got a bench finished today and said it pretty well tired him out to just get that one thing done. His friend George helped him just a bit. Think he may paint it with the blue paint that the lumberyard gave him. An eight-foot bench is a pretty good-sized piece of furniture in my estimation. Just moving it around would take some doing. But that is what they wanted—a long bench for the guys to sit on out there in the yard. Not many folks would consider a bench quite that long, but they have four men in the yard with the wood that has to be loaded or unloaded.

 

My sister-by-another-mother said the doctor saw her yesterday. Guess she is doing better even if she still feels pretty tired and weak. At least no infection remains. Honestly, the older we get, the harder it is to stay healthy.

 

Stephen Smith said his boys got him an early Father’s Day gift—a puppy. His wife took his service dog along with the rest of the livestock. Sitting here shaking my head. Guess he won’t have anyone around to claim this one at least. Hope it stays healthy and happy.

 

Let’s pray for those families who know the sorrowful meaning of Memorial Day. May God bless them.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.