I thought this would be another black iris, but it has other ideas. Gorgeous as well.
Lentil flowers very pretty.
As are pinto bean flowers. All planted to help the soil.
And amid one area, the raised bed, the Saskatoon Serviceberry. Dry root, soaked overnight, planted today.
The other one, that didn't look as hardy, well it was only 1¢, along with gladiola bulbs that were free, got stuck in the other side, put a cage around it to it won't get lost. But if it survives, it can stay.
Being out there so much has helped the healing, I'm certain. And Derecho has a reverse-farmer-tan.
One very short day at work, and it went pretty well. I'm slow and clumsy, but I can do the job. Pulling off tape the only task my hand utterly refused to do. Well, Derecho couldn't do the armboard with a heavy arm on it, but that was more because the linen was caught in it. The Foot Fellow prepped for me, although I think I'd've been fine, I accepted his help. We were done by 1300, I caught up on my mandatory lessons - that I was not allowed to do on FMLA. It was good to be back, and good to have lots of help, and good to leave early. And to find out that despite feeling slow, and missing a few details, I actually got stuff done in about the same amount of time. I wonder how much of my energy gets scattered because I hurry? How much better I can do when calm and unrushed.
Also doing pretty well at accepting help graciously. Not my strong suit usually.
Dong my exercises last evening, I had a twinge-pop and swelling. In Hand Therapy this morning I reported it to my therapist and was able(!) to replicate it. Probably a bit of scar tissue getting caught in the joint as I'm able to move it more, she wants me to check with my surgeon, suggested I come in on Monday when he's in clinic. I laughed, no, I'll just hit him up for a quick eval sometime when I catch him in or around the OR. Easy peasy. So, uncomfortable, but not critical, not damage. Although I suspect steroid injections are in my future.
Not to say this has been fun, but none of the pain is as bad as herniated discs and my five years never out of pain. This has been more disabling, but not more painful. Not by a long shot. Admittedly I had a block the first night, so if I hadn't that might be the exception, but I would trade any day with the back pain for any day with the broken wrist. Even the surgical day was more reassuring and I felt better cared for.
Warm and pleasant morning, clouds and sun, we walked a while, and I sat out with Moby in the sun and read. Suddenly, it started spattering rain, I still expected nothing much. But now it's pouring down, thunder and lightning, not letting up. Moby under a chair, unhappy with the world. Eleanor in the window watching the storm.
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Oh my goodness, so many storms have swept through the Ohio Valley recently that the other night, when the sirens wailed, I just rolled over and stayed in bed.
That Iris is 'magnifico' ... !!!
Rou,
I completely understand. Fear fatigue. "Whatever, let it kill me, as long as I get some sleep."
At least the garden is responding well to the rain.
I love flowers with intense colour, but those lentil flowers are beautifully delicate.
Good to hear that your healing is progressing. To quote my grandmother, "the hurrier I go,the behinder I get"....
Your irises, especially the deep-toned ones, shimmer in the sun like a fine silk gown whose ruffles flutter with the slightest breeze. Their beauty, and that of the smaller flowers in your garden gladden my heart.
Thank you for posting their images.
We've been fortunate compared to the rest of the country. More rain than is normal for us but friends who drove up from Phoenix this week said they had never seen it so green. Guess we need to go for a drive and see for ourselves. That iris is gorgeous.
gz,
The slowness is inescapable. Agreed, I had no idea lentil flowers would be so pretty.
Crow,
You've said it beautifully. Thank you.
Cat,
Easier to pull all the prickly grasses up by the roots with it still wet. Since my digging them up was interrupted.
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