Day 100; Footnotes of Getting It Done

 I’m sitting here listening to the rain falling outside. They- being the wise and wonderful- weather prognosticators, have warned us that we may be dealing with severe weather during the night. I hope not. Rain I can deal with. Tornado warnings are something else entirely. But I am happy for the rain.

I had asked my son if he would use the tiller and break up the ground so I could plant flowers. Unfortunately he works so late most night, and comes home so tired the others, that he hadn’t gotten it done. I thought I would give just breaking up the ground myself using a shovel and hoe. It worked.

 I managed to break up two rows then decided I’d go and get the wheelbarrow that was holding the lilies. It is mom and dad’s, and it has issues. One of the support legs is mangled. That means it will not sit up unless you either prop it up against something or put something under that mangled support. I learned this the hard way yesterday after it dumped everything out onto the ground.

It also doesn’t roll all that easily with that much weight. I did get it around the house, but there was a slight hill that I had to go up to get to where I was going to plant these things. I finally managed to get it part way up and propped against a sapling. I began carrying the plants, quickly filling the two rows. I ended up preparing three more rows before I had all of those lilies planted.

I have other plants that I have been given that I have planted and transplanted over there. I tried to leave some of the wildflowers alone to grow at will. I’m also trying to leave room to mow until what has planted spreads and fills the area.

I’m trying to take that area where my little private walking- thinking circle into a sort of private garden. I can see in some of the things that were planted last year, the deep freeze we had recently damaged them, but didn’t kill them. I really hope that these flowers and the ones I moved last year will bloom. We’ll see. And this, is partly the reason I am glad for the rain. All these new plants in the ground and my small vegetable garden.

I did remember to make a run to the store for dog and cat food. They outnumber me, I don’t want them upset. While I was out, I did a bit of shopping for a secret sister thing I thought I’d try. I found something I really hope they like. I’ll drop it in the mail Monday.

I had ordered new training collars. Molly’s was showing its age, so I ordered two so that both dogs would have one. I felt bad about only Molly wearing one, and Bella getting away with barking even though she wasn’t. I finally put them on the dogs today. I’ve only had to use the ‘beep’ mode, both dogs responded quickly. They are smart dogs, just noisy. It has been one of the quietest days ever. I should have done this a long time ago.

I had someone pay me an unexpected compliment today. Those are the kind that mean the most. The kind that you know are real and sincere. You haven’t asked for it. You didn’t hint or fish for it. It was a gift given, simply because the person felt it deserved. Thank you my friend, you really helped make my day.

Days like this, days where I get things accomplished, days where issues were few, are a blessing. A gift to be treasured and held dear.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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5 Responses to Day 100; Footnotes of Getting It Done

  1. Suma Reddy says:

    Lovely post, your garden would grow, bloom n blossom awesomely with beautiful flowers like your good thoughts. Loves n Greetings 💖🥰

  2. Wow! I admire you! I would have gotten body aches all over!

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