Céad míle fáilte,

One must care about a world one will never see.
-Bertrand Russell

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I got all my pots planted yesterday after going to the garden center and finding the pickings very slim. I also found myself face first in the ground after tripping over a heaved slab of cement.  I swear an otherworldly force is trying to knock me off my feet.  I might find myself safe only in a padded room.

Skinned and bruised knees aside I planted. It was therapeutic and inviting to be beneath the warm sun. I spent the entire day outside loving every second.  As soon as night fell and I found myself exhausted beyond belief so sleep came easily despite the coughing.

Today I’m back out planting only this time I’ll be at the cemetery.  A perfect day; not too hot, not too cold and rain for the afternoon.  The plants will love this so long as it doesn’t get too cold again anytime soon.

Time is getting away from us. We haven’t even pulled the boat out of storage and next week is Memorial Day weekend.  Just don’t know where we’ll fit it in but we must.  Working on a plan but it’s going to mean little rest for the weary.  I’m hoping this cycle stops soon but it’s hard to see an end in sight right now.

Síochán, Jade

Listening to: The Pixies - Where Is My Mind

Céad míle fáilte,

The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.
-James Oppenheim

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That quote is a good reminder as I fight my way back to health. In the mean time a good nights rest and vivid, simple, sweet dreams rocked my night, while the morning brought the promise of decent temperatures and sunshine. Happiness.

So as not to disturb this mellow state of mind I’ll opt to answer the questions of others by bringing you the Friday Meme’s on Friday this week. How’s that for a change?

Céad míle fáilte,

“What do those of us who aren’t tall, flawlessly sculpted adolescents do? Answer: Console ourselves with how relative beauty can be… Thank heavens for the arousing qualities of zest, intelligence, wit, curiosity, sweetness, passion, talent and grace.” – Diane Ackerman

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This darned cold is again turning into pneumonia. I can feel it, and I can taste it. All the coughing and trying to lay down for rest is not helping my back and hip either. Call the doc and can’t get in until next week, if I still need him then. That’s exactly what I was told. Crazy! Around and around we go. This has been one clusterphuck of a spring that’s threatening to crack the stability of my composure.

On a positive note; I went to the grocery this morning, taking my own canvas bags of course, and through a series of little things I found out I receive $.05 per bag off my grocery bill.  Of course no one volunteered this information.  So if you bring your own bags ask if there’s a discount for doing so.  It might not seem like much but every little bit counts and we get a bonus for helping the environment. How cool is that?

Síochán, Jade

Listening to: Alice Cooper - No More Mr. Nice Guy

Céad míle fáilte,

“I cannot hold up any book and say, ‘Here. This is what I believe.’ I do not know of any church where I would feel at home. But I do believe that what people call God refers to something real… I would even go so far as to say that this God of mine makes demands. To learn, to teach, to engage. To be aware of and respect the world around me. To acknowledge that there are things greater then myself and to be humble in their presence.” — Dan Jackson

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This cold is starting to have a grip on me. I wanted, I needed, to get out before it rendered me lifeless once more, so I spent some time out in my garden this morning, what little garden there is. The weather, slightly chill with a misty rain falling, was perfect for picking and I’m anxious as anything to be out in the dirt. Seemed like a good time to gather some more rhubarb. One plant makes jam making slow going and I barely harvested enough for a second batch. I can forget about making any other rhubarb goodness, there’s just not enough. Depressing.

I’ve decided I need at least one, if not two more plants. I think I’ll have the husband dig some up from next door tonight. If not for my back, I’d do it myself. The neighbor hates the stuff and this seems like a good time to transplant. Her plants have all gone to seed already so I hope it’s not too late.

I cannot let the bounty of nature go neglected. It’s just something I don’t understand especially when there is so much goodness that can be made with it and it’s FREE! Who can afford to ignore free food now days?

Síochán, Jade

Listening to: Mannheim Steamroller - Ruslan and Ludmilla