The garden is calling me…it’s using foul language…I wish it would shut up. I’ve been neglecting the garden for the last week. It rained for three days last week which is very unusual for the prairies. The rain meant I got out of the habit of going out each morning to tend to the garden. It takes six weeks of repeadily doing something for it to become a habit…apparently that only applies to good habits, because the bad ones seem to only need three days. So in order to keep the garden from embarrassing me in front of the neighbours, I’m going to have to drag myself outside.
Three days of rain also means the grass is now almost up to my knees…I admit I am vertically challenged, but it’s still high. I don’t have a lot of grass, I prefer to have as much of the space as possible dedicated to growing. The dogs area is grass and as he is only nine inches high…he takes after me…I’m affraid he’ll get lost out there…I will have to call in a rescue team. Now I wouldn’t mind losing the cat out there for a few hours…remember, he’s evil…but he is bigger than the dog, so that won’t work. I could let it go for another week but then they would have to send in a rescue team for me…I guess I better take care of it.
God Bless, Julia