Monday, June 27, 2016

sort of back into the garden

Oh dear
I thought I'd write a bit
but everything didn't cooperate
this happens a lot lately since passing the unholy age of 65
But I miss my blogger friends
especially the garden and animal loving ones
so here goes....a few lines about my garden
It was a mess
really and truly a mess
I called in Pablo for help
he tore the hell out of it and got it straight
I'm too old for the hard work
But now that it is whipped into shape
I started
and wouldn't you know that nasty poison ivy from last year reared its ugly horrid head
but this year I knew what I was looking for
and despite making a pledge years ago about using chemicals
I sinned
had to.....
It's 90 outside
so I did a bit of watering and weeding
and then  almost fainted from all that hot sunshine
getting old is a bitch
I used to move furniture around the house like it was nothing
now, moving a hosta plant all about does me in
more tomorrow


  1. Oh Suz, I'm right there with you...I'll be 67 in October. It's been in the 90's here too, which is really abnormal for these mountains in June! I don't blame you for using Roundup on the poison ivy...that stuff can put you in the hospital. Stay cool!

    Blessings, Victoria

  2. Hello! Been away from the blogs myself. Don't fret. I have to Roundup bindweed. There is no other way to control it here. Pull what I can, but not that one.

  3. Hi Suz, You made me laugh...I turned 65 in March and so understand where you're coming from! Sometimes, I feel like I'm dragging my body around under protest.....I have always been very punctual but lately, I'm late all the time....I had two kids to get ready and was always on time.....what the.....well, I've finally come to the conclusion that I'm not giving myself enough time....I move slower now! Geesh.....where has the time gone!! Happy gardening!

    1. hi sally aint it the truth...getting isn't for sissies

  4. Oh, this sounds so much like me. One semi-difficult task and I'm done for the day. And the heat isn't helping.


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