so lucky
Garden Master
Every time I look at the threads entitled "What did you can today?" or "What did you do in the garden today?" I am amazed at the energy and dedication of some of the gardeners here. I mean, gee whiz, Monty J, do you ever sleep? and Baymule and Marshall and Catjac and digitsS', you all work circles around me. Every one on this forum is inspirational in their own way.
Then I start making excuses for myself, to myself, for not having a big harvest or already having 40 quarts of green beans canned (or any at all canned).
Let's see....I was going to pick a bunch of strawberries from the U-pick place south of here, but I hurt my knee and couldn't squat down for about a month. Then I was going to go to the U-pic blueberry farm, but it got too hot. I have the fencing to expand the chicken yard; just haven't quite gotten to it yet. I had intended to put out a couple more shade trees, but my husband's truck is broken down and he hasn't fixed it, so I can't haul anything. (Been hauling straw in my trunk, not a good move)
Now I guess I am kind of in a funk due to DH being in a depression/anxiety/paranoia state for the last few months. I am so weary of trying to convince him the police are not coming to arrest him, and that he is not dying of some unknown disease, and that his relatives are not out to kill him, and that the meds that were prescribed for the paranoia are not poisonous. Geez.....
Yes, I know he needs to see a therapist. I can't convince him of that. I have kind of put my life on hold, hoping he will start improving. It's hard to have a marriage when one of us has shut down.
My garden has been a real source of pleasure for me, in spite of the mediocre harvest. I can go out to talk to the chickens, too, even if it's to scold Scarlet for squashing her egg again.
So this summer is turning out like lots of others: Strange, disconnected, kind of lonely, since DH can't bear to have people come to the house, (I am thankful for you all here) and not very productive. Not really feeling sorry for myself; I don't do that very much. It is what it is, as they say.
This is such a perfect day, weather-wise....I should be at a picnic or taking a hike. Maybe I'll take my PB&J sandwich outside!
Thanks for letting me whine for a while. I know things will get better eventually.
Then I start making excuses for myself, to myself, for not having a big harvest or already having 40 quarts of green beans canned (or any at all canned).
Let's see....I was going to pick a bunch of strawberries from the U-pick place south of here, but I hurt my knee and couldn't squat down for about a month. Then I was going to go to the U-pic blueberry farm, but it got too hot. I have the fencing to expand the chicken yard; just haven't quite gotten to it yet. I had intended to put out a couple more shade trees, but my husband's truck is broken down and he hasn't fixed it, so I can't haul anything. (Been hauling straw in my trunk, not a good move)
Now I guess I am kind of in a funk due to DH being in a depression/anxiety/paranoia state for the last few months. I am so weary of trying to convince him the police are not coming to arrest him, and that he is not dying of some unknown disease, and that his relatives are not out to kill him, and that the meds that were prescribed for the paranoia are not poisonous. Geez.....
Yes, I know he needs to see a therapist. I can't convince him of that. I have kind of put my life on hold, hoping he will start improving. It's hard to have a marriage when one of us has shut down.
My garden has been a real source of pleasure for me, in spite of the mediocre harvest. I can go out to talk to the chickens, too, even if it's to scold Scarlet for squashing her egg again.
So this summer is turning out like lots of others: Strange, disconnected, kind of lonely, since DH can't bear to have people come to the house, (I am thankful for you all here) and not very productive. Not really feeling sorry for myself; I don't do that very much. It is what it is, as they say.
This is such a perfect day, weather-wise....I should be at a picnic or taking a hike. Maybe I'll take my PB&J sandwich outside!
Thanks for letting me whine for a while. I know things will get better eventually.