The Weather Apps Keep Promising…

..rain.  But the sky just does not deliver.  Maybe it needs to upgrade its app so it can follow through, but it was supposed to rain Saturday.  On Friday night, I planted out six each of my purple and white kohlrabi, bok choi (which auto correct turned into “boy chop” when I first typed it), purple broccoli, and cabbage starts.  They have been hanging out in my kitchen since the early part of August waiting for the weather to be cool enough to move them into the garden.  So, with the promise of rain on Saturday, out into the garden they went.

There was no rain on Saturday.

The weather app has a lightening bolt through a cloud on Tuesday and raindrops for Wednesday and Thursday.  I hope the information gets uploaded to the skies, because everything is crusty and dry.  AND, I was actually pleased to hear, since I don’t like to feel like a total looser, that tomatoes around the world are not performing well in the heat of this summer.  I know this because Monty Don, from BBC’s Gardener’s World, said that there are three major problems facing tomato growers this year.  Blossom end rot (which my tomatoes do not have, but my zucchini does for the first time…extra calcium has been given and they are mostly okish), serious cracking–which my tomatoes do have to an extent I have never had before, and simply sitting on the vines all green-like and not getting ripe.  Since I picked thousands of tomatoes last year before I built my raised beds, I have been a bit bummed that on my biggest picking days this year I am only picking 150-200 tomatoes (not all big ones…cherries count!) on a good day.  So, I felt rather better to hear Monty Don say that its not just me and my tomatoes.

Other than my tomatoes, my garden is doing remarkably well for the most part.  My fall lettuces are all lettucy.  My second batch of carrots has happy fluffy tops.  My fall peas and beans are looking sassy.  (I suppose normally one would not consider peas or beans to be a sassy sort of fruit, but with the purple pods and hot pink flowers, I feel confident that this batch of both peas and beans are indeed sassy!) My summer cucumbers are starting to get some of the dried leaf problems that cucumbers get at the end of the summer, but they are producing a ton still, so they are happy.

I am not as happy as my cucumber plants are at the moment.  Starting back to work while painting the house, trying to fight the weedy hill, and figuring out if Rosie, the horse, is just getting old (she is) or if she needs another diet adjustment has got me feeling pulled in so many directions.  When mama says, “Aim, I’ve got more cancer growing.” I don’t want to listen.  She thinks she may last until next spring.  If she can manage to hang on longer, she will.  She’s like that.  She’s already said that if she needs to go into a care facility and she cannot tell us (the cancer in her brain is one of the most active spots), we need to put her into one.  She’s in constant pain, but will not take pain killers.  She says she doesn’t want them to stop working when she needs them at the end. I’m not sure how much closer to the end we can get without being AT the end, but that’s mom.

One reason I am grumpy sometimes is that, no matter what I’m feeling, or why, I cannot really grumble, or process, or just feel what I’m feeling without thinking, “Well, your mom’s dying and she isn’t a whiny grumbling grump.  So, what’s your problem?”  So, I probably should let myself feel what I’m feeling, but then again…once that thought sneaks out of the folds in my gray matter, there’s really not any way to shove it back in.  And the thing is, mom’s been seriously dying for two and a half years now…almost three, but she’s had cancer twice before this.  For almost half of my life, my go to response to any needs and worries I have has really come down to, “Well, at least you don’t have cancer.”  or “What the heck are you grumbling for?  You aren’t battling screaming pain fits and itches caused by nerve damage and medicine that should keep you alive, but tortures you instead.”

So, I garden, paint the house, hang out with mom, wait for the rain.  I really wish it would rain…


Amy of Hummingbird Hill View All →

I’m just someone trying to figure out how to juggle ten acres, work, a mama with stage four cancer, and a whole lot of grumpy. This blog started out as “Grumpy Gal’s Guide to Gratitude,” but since all I really keep typing about is the garden, I figured I might as well own it! So, thanks for joining me as I try and figure out how the heck to kick myself in the booty and get on with life.

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