…which does not stop me from being grumpy, but when you plant the lettuces in April, and they manage to live through the donkeys eating half of the lettuce bed, temperatures in the 90s and 100s for more of the summer than I care to remember, and now frosty nights, which lettuces can handle with ease, one has to be slightly in awe of the little plants’ tenacity. Frankly, the fact that they rather resemble Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors, does make me wonder if they are alien plants who will sprout ferocious teeth and chomp me up when I go to take a gander at my garlic plants which are in just the right spot as we head into winter.
Now, having garlic plants in just the right spot may not be that thrilling for some of you out there, but heck, you’re following me, so I imagine you are smart enough to delight in a well sautéed garlic as well. ahem. *grin*. You see, I’ve grown, or attempted to grow garlic before, and while I did get one or two small bulbs, I never really knew exactly how to grow garlic. This whole gardening by instinct and my dad’s example has paid off to the tune of surprisingly good harvests in the past. Now that I’ve got some more ideas about what I’m actually doing, I’m afraid I will have MORE than 1000 tomatoes to pick in upcoming summers. Did I mention that tomatoes turn my fingers black? I did, but I just wanted to make sure you were reading. After all, a person can’t just follow another person around and not actually read anything. Right?
Though, none of you ever told me if my sound got better on my garden videos, so it is possible you’re the fickle sort of, “follow a girl, then leave her” sort of folks. There’s really no way for me to know since this is a rather one sided sort of rambling in which I promised to give a brilliant (well, I never said brilliant, but let’s pretend) guide to gratitude and instead I’ve spent the whole summer, and fall, and now heading into winter talking about my garden. I’m pretty sure that if you want to pick up gardening, it would be a great way to find some gratitude for the amazing way plants just sort of emerge from these tiny little bundles of stored energy that we called seeds, but that’s not really a guide…just a great way to connect with the possibility of growth in all areas of life.
Of course, I’m still grumpy. Or grumpy again. Or probably sad, since anger is usually a mask for something else. This whole, my mom who has been fighting cancer for almost half of my life, but has reached a point where there is not much fight left, thing just has me angry. In the past three weeks, mom has had an upper respiratory infection which the doctor now says is viral, so antibiotics will not help. I suppose I’m grumpy now because mom’s side of the family has a habit of passing away during the holidays. Grandpa right around Thanksgiving. Grandma on Christmas night. Mom isn’t much of one for tradition, so I’m hoping she doesn’t decide to follow in her parents’ footsteps this year. But she’s lost 20 pounds in the last three weeks. So, there you go. I’m grumpy.
I’m pretty sure I’m not ready to say good-bye to Mamabear. How is one ever ready for that kind of good-bye? Papa asked mom if she was scared of dying. Of course she said no. She’s got faith of a real sort, and isn’t scared of moving on. Sure, she wants to finish crocheting the blankets for the adopted grandkids. She always wanted to make me a photo scrapbook. Since we have thousands of photos that had to be pulled from those old kind of photo albums with the sticky backed pages that turn photos yellow, she’s been wanting to scan and organize them for decades. She’s pretty sad she never got that done, but she’s still trying. She doesn’t give up on much. I don’t know how she does it.
I do know that if she has her way she will make it to at least her birthday in May, but like she says, she’s pretty sure this is her last Christmas. I just hope she makes it.
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.