The day began with a bang - a mama moose and two very young tiny moose outside my window.
The babies got into the orchard but eventually moved back to the woods behind the garden.
I quickly ran out to join Luke and Krista as they finished up the yard. Wow - it takes TIME to get this yard done. I ran around with the weed eater and finished edging touches Jonathan hadn't been able to finish, Krista did the smaller places with the push mower and made great inroads into all the brush, and Luke handled the big areas. The good news is that all mowing equipment was in working order this morning.
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Krista and Luke |
I spent another couple of hours in the garden when I'd used up all the batteries for my weed eater. No tea sipping happened in the garden this morning. I pulled up big clumps of weeds from the section that Andrew had rototilled. I planted the corn - only 38 seeds had germinated (less then 1/2 of the planted seeds). For future note - this little section could use 70 plants...even more if the spot was extended the length of the garden. I had 6 Brussel Sprout plants which hadn't been planted. I put them in this space. That gives me three places to see where they grow best.
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Will it grow? |
Michael had a medical appointment today. I got dad lunch and cleaned up after my morning of yard work. I was ready when Michael got home to dash out to meet Brenda, a friend, at a new coffee/bakery in town. We opted to take a photo of our dinks instead of our faces...Vanilla Thai Tea; very good. The blueberry scone was tasty too.
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De'Etta & Brenda's drinks! |
We don't get together often enough. We always have a lot of catching up to do when we meet. Brenda is a safe place for me to process grief. Having walked the grief journey, she never tells me to "get with it" or intimates I'm doing the journey wrong. She joins me and helps me sort it all out. I so appreciate her friendship. We really DO need to attempt weekly or bi-weekly meet ups as our lives don't intersect without intentionality.
As I often do when I'm out alone I drove on out to the cemetery. I think that will be a separate post.
Stacia helped me get dinner on. Michael and I have decided Thursday nights are salmon. The thing is I still have some salmon we caught while with Josiah. I have been eating the stuff from 2024, rather than 2023. I had to reverse that trend and so every Thursday's trip to the freezer makes me a bit nostalgic for those wonderful dip netting years of which Josiah was such a big part. We decided it was such a beautiful night we'd eat out on the deck.
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Dad, Michael, Me, Stacia |
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Taking a selfie in a hot tub isn't easy. |
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