“Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.” – Vicki Harrison
Every summer, we would garden and raise vegetables that Sue would turn into magic delights. One afternoon after shopping, Sue stopped in the pathway nad said. “Paul. Look! Melons in the sky!” I thought she was teasing. Nope! She found the best tasting melons we had ever had, like eating sugar! She was amazing! Look carefully and you can spot several others that worked their way into the grapefruit tree.
I was up at 7:00 AM and got my coffee and read yesterday’s mail. The Nightlighters Newsletter arrived in the e-mail, and I read through it. They had a special notice about Sue as she was liked by the entire club. She made a point of visiting everyone. Only in the last year did we miss Nightlighter’s as the car ride was too much for her to make the trip.
Today was a gardening day! Gardening is time-consuming. I spent two hours completing the weed pulling and planting in the big garden. Now I have zucchini and summer squash plus bush beans and some various peppers. All I have remaining is a series of pea (English shelling) to put in the ground, and I am done!
The grapes along the back fence are doing quite nicely and have grapes already forming on the vines!
OK, it’s noon, and the old farmer must hobble in for the noon-time vittles! I headed toward the chili again, plus I added a spinach salad and a glass of Sue’s special wine! It was quite filling!
Did You Know? A nice plate of vittles. Vittle is an obsolete alternative to the word victual, which is defined as food prepared to be eaten. A piece of chicken that has been grilled and is ready to eat is an example of a vittle.
Synonyms: bread, chow, chuck [chiefly West], comestibles, eatables, eats, edibles, fare, food, foodstuffs, grub, meat, provender, provisions, table, tucker [chiefly Australian], viands, victuals
After lunch, I headed for my collection of mobile fiberglass 55-gallon half-drums, where I keep blueberries, tomatoes, and potatoes. I used to have wooden wine barrels, but they lasted only a few years. These guys I bought ten years ago, and they are like new. I wish I could find more of them!
It’s approaching 5:00 PM, and I am too pooped to pop! I went inside, had a drink of weather, and headed for the master bathroom, where I worked about 30 minutes installed a new BioBidet. Now both bathrooms are ready to go. Heated toilet seats for everyone, and I can continue to hoard by four cases of TP for a long time!
I called Colleen and Robin on the bat phone just to check-in and coordinate the big call for tomorrow. We are all going to sing Happy Birthday to the Weasel (Jonathan). The howling ought to begin at 7:00 PM PDST.
A new series was begun tonight; it is called “The Loop”. I am not quite into it yet, but it has potential.
At 11:00 PM, I was crashed! Working on the farm is hard work.