I love everything about summer but number two on my list, after going to the beach, is taking care of my garden. Like any mother I feed my plant babies and shop for them – delicious foods like fish emulsion and blood meal. I usually purchase these from Home Depot, but was in a hurry one Saturday and since I was already in Wal-Mart, decided to see if their garden department had what I needed.
Not only did they not have either, but I was somewhat dismayed to find that the products that supply plant nutrients were outnumbered by those that promised death – to insects, weeds, moss – you name it
and the Ugly!
I don’t know why but it troubled me on a deep fundamental level. I actually feel sorry for the weeds I pull. Now I was on a quandary, weighing the end against the means. Some people spray, I pull. It’s all the same to the weeds. Thankfully someone pointed out that I was protecting my flowers and vegetable plants because it’s a dog eat dog world, with everything sending down roots and competing for water.
As it turned out I could have left the weeds alone……. because the deer got there first. I went out to water one morning and suffered instant numbing devastation. I kid you not. I was late getting to work because it took me a while to break out of shock. Was my live and let live attitude being tested?
Remember my tomato plants and cucumber vines?
Back in July
They don’t look like that anymore
The tomatoes fared a bit better,
But they’re soldiering on. Wounded, but still nurturing their tomatoes.
And so are the cucumbers, bless their little hearts!
See the cuke (pickle) to the right of the stake.
This called for action, but not too much. The most destructive I could get was repelling them with the noxious odor of musty rotten eggs.
So far it’s worked. But the sixty-four thousand dollar question is……. Are they just waiting for the tomatoes to ripen?
It started out a hunt for a Christmas tree and ended up a litany of farewells. With Christmas trees costing what they do, I decided it would be a good idea to stop at The ATM. I’ve written previously of my fondness for walking Marcos through Depew Park, and his reciprocating fondness for leading me out of Depew Park and all over Peekskill. Well, the bank is smack dab in the middle of downtown Peekskill and as I parked the car, I thought of last Christmas and how we faced the cold and wind but yet we trudged on. Marcos was always a dog with a mission A sad wave of nostalgia passed through me as I resigned myself to the fact that those days are gone forever.
Don’t worry Marcos is still here, but late last summer he let it be known that he prefers to spend his days differently .
With my money safe in pocket, I headed toward the highway and happened to pass Miller’s Motors to whom I entrusted both Truckito and my motorcycle for regular maintenance. But last spring, Truckito (perhaps in cahoots with Marcos?) gave warning that long trips would not be a good idea. So May saw me bade farewell to Truckito.
And in case you’re surprised at my mention of a motorcycle at my age, be unsurprised. Gone, too. I sold the bike in August. All my riding friends have either moved away or given up riding. I decided to tempt fate no more. The selling experience was phenomenal. I posted an ad on Craigs’List on a Saturday night, accepted an offer Sunday evening, and had the cash in hand Monday evening.
Farewell Ninja. May you and Donovan B. enjoy many idyllic rides.
All this nostalgia and I still hadn’t left Peekskill. In a pensive mood I continued on to the Tree quest. When I got to the farm in Hartsdale, there were fewer trees than in past years, and those they did have were huge. Wide huge. Fine for my living room if I planned to move the love seat and recliner into the dining room – but I didn’t. Also, prices started at $85. Change of plans. I’d run a few errands and head back to my local Home Depot. I was pretty sure they still had some trees.
Well, somewhere along the way. My Monkey Mind made the decision. t had something to do with the fact that it had grown dark and I had no energy left to deal with the tree stand that seems to prefer presenting trees that lean. So into Home Depot I walked and out I came with a tree that cost just as much as the ones at the farm … but it’s the last time I’ll have to buy a tree. Goodby lifelong tradition of live Christmas trees. Artificial isn’t so bad.
Now here we are in a New Year and far be it from me to start it with sad farewells. Similar to the saying that whenever God shuts a door, he opens a window, let me say that each farewell makes way for a corresponding hello.
It may be farewell, brisk walks in Depew Park….
……….but hello, recliner and giant coffee mug.
Farewell, Truckito but hello buying ten gallons of gasoline once a week instead of 14 every five days.
Farewell, bike but hello,more room in my shed……..
Well, there was more room for ……..about a week.
May 2013 be filled with happy hellos for us all. Change is good.