Promises

Blooger and ipad really don’t get along properly. Makes writing on here several unsatisfactory steps longer. The words spread off the screen to the right, so I can’t really tell what I’m writing. Editing is difficult, when I find a mistake far up the text. The autocorrect doesn’t like my creative spellings. And I don’t like it’s misinterpretations. Creating links has utterly escaped me, and posting photos is possible but unnecessarily painful. Nothing to do about it now, stuck.

My frustration levels this week are high, despite getting a substantial rain last night. After I toddled off to bed, mind. I waiting all day to watch a storm, and it dawdled until late. Hoping for rain today, so far in vain. I did pull the sunflowers, the spent ones, leaving some for the finches to continue to feed. The ground soft with a good inch of rain, much needed. Rain barrels already emptied, ready to store for winter. Hoping to sweep the garage over the weekend, put as much as I can away.

The possibility of snow later this week, up in the mountains. Make the skiers happy as well as us gardeners. Water storage for spring.

The food from the local variety of chefs has been glorious. Made by people who love what they do, and it feels so nourishing, body and soul. We supplement the single meal, but not as much as we’d thought. When the food is good, you don’t need as much of it.

I have to start going the extra bit to keep my health. I’m feeling like I’m crumbling, thumb, back, knee, balance, gut, sleep. However much I want to just lay down and stay down. For I have promises to keep, and miles to go...