Day 133; Footnotes of Cut What?

First off to my fellow North Carolinians–y’all, cut it out. Stop it. Y’all are really making us look foolish to the rest of the country if not the world. Because reading this article, makes us look like the biggest bunch of panicked scaredy cats out there. 

Now, anyway..

This morning while chatting with my mother on the phone, I can hear my dad start talking in the background. He wanted mom to ask me if I would do something. She ended up giving the phone to him. He wanted me to mow the clover that was growing between my garden and his building as it was getting high enough to hide snakes. I told him that I would, but later in the day. He was fine with that and gave the phone back to mom so we could finish our conversation. This was around 8:30 am. 

A little after lunch time mom called to ask if my son had been able to get any gas yet. In the midst of the conversation she asked if I were going to mow that clover for dad. He wasn’t there at the moment so it wasn’t him pushing, just her asking. I told her I was waiting on my niece to get home as she was going to cut my hair. I would do it after that.

 Just before 3pm, my niece cuts several inches off my hair making it look much better. I hope. In our conversation I mentioned that I now needed to go mow that clover as dad had asked and I promised. After we visited a while I left for my long walk home. Across my folk’s yard and down my drive.

 I finally put my contacts in and finding my safety glasses and gloves I went out to get my push mower out of the carport. Which was a challenge in its own right since it was behind stuff. Even if i had moved my car, it would have been difficult so I managed to pull and tug and tilt the thing until I had it out. Dragging it down across the yard I headed for that crimson and clover. no, actually just clover but imagine my surprise when, the clover I was looking at, definitely didn’t need to be cut. I could hear a mower running just down the way so I knew what had happened. My niece’s son had beat me to the mowing. Which was fine. I know he has a trip coming up soon that he was wanting to earn extra money for. And dragging the mower down wasn’t that difficult. I’m also glad that I couldn’t see the look on my face when I first got down there.

I’m wondering if he mowed their yard. If it were mine I wouldn’t. Their yard is almost 90 percent clover in bloom. I think its gorgeous, but like I told my niece, if its blooming, its a flower and I do love flowers. And so do all of our much needed pollinators.


It did give me a chance to check on my garden. The tomato plants look good, most of the pepper plants are okay, I already have some squash showing up. I did lose most of my okra and half of my cucumber plants. I may have to try and get to the handy dandy home and garden center and see if they still have any left. And maybe a cantaloupe or two while I’m there. The dangerous part of this will be staying away from the flowers. Someone I know, who shall remain nameless…me…has a weakness for flowers.

 One thing that always gets brought up at least several times a year, especially when we are around my garden, is the time my husband in an attempt at being helpful, mowed down roses that had been given to my mother. With him not being a plant person, one looked the same and he mowed everything down. When he found out what he had done, he kept wanting to replace them. Mom told him no, he didn’t have to do that, she knew it was an accident. 

The roses grew back. He may have mowed them down, but it didn’t kill them. When we saw they were coming back, we put bright orange tomato cages around them. I noticed today while I was there that one has bloomed out in gorgeous orange roses. The other has yet to bloom but our weather has been as crazy as the political scene. 

Some times, we can cut ourselves off from  life in many ways. We can live a life in our own fortress of solitude, away from everyone. We can separate ourselves from certain people. We can move away from careers, hobbies, education or a bad crowd. We can walk away from faith and the observance of that faith. The good thing is, though it may take effort with some things to reconnect, even if we cut ourselves off from faith, that connection doesn’t die. That connection is waiting to reach out and grow once again. And bloom beautifully, just like that orange rose.

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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13 Responses to Day 133; Footnotes of Cut What?

  1. Jackjones says:

    Really enjoyed reading this 💗🙏

  2. What a beautiful orange! I am glad the pipeline is running again, it looked horrific.

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