Thursday, September 24, 2009

Garden morn

Good Morning!
Both yesterday and this morning I have had the privilege of a good 3 hours of healthy safe hard work.
The heat gave me leave for a mornings tasks.
The main plot began this morning ready to set to plant.
Yesterday I tended the beds and did get the turnips in before heat sent me in (the house)
I have discovered 88* in the sun seams to be my limit.
Once it gets up there I run out to fast and get to easily over heated.
The children for a second day have made request of a lift in the morning ...they say the bus is just too loud. While I am able I enjoy giving these little gifts to them. It does not appear any issue is at hand like a bully they just like a quieter start to the day.
Having been on those buses many a field trip an understanding and empathy has developed :)

While Archer is at school today presenting her paper on Amelia Earhart, the school is preparing for her IEP testing to get this sweet kid some help.
My hunch is that the stress of the work load at school might just be what is keeping her up at night. Throughout this wonderful essay of hers there are missing letters in words, lack of puncuation. She did go back over and capitalize things that she though might be supposed to be...capped. Oh Steve and I looked at her and let her know how proud of her and all the research she did, we had that silent grieving of ...oh this sweet kid has got a road ahead of her...we really are thinking she may not be able to go much past this grade...at least not main stream. Homeschool is not a real option right yet due to esteem she needs to be surrounded socially to shine, shine she does. She is so well loved by so many kids because she cares about others and is helpful and kind.
Just cover us thank you
and her. I do not want her heart crushed she must shine...that is who she is.
We will need all HIS wisdom.

So at my limit
Three hours later at 88* this is where I stopped.


BEE BLISS GARDENS post.



The extension beds are filled from Tuesdays $20. compost run to the farm.
Just gotta mix the soup so to speak.
The far left (south east) corner is readied for the Dill and the beets.
The beets soaked over night and are ready.
I just got to hot and so I had to stop a while.

It is the beginning of fall.
I began with a dream and so here with the beginning of fall the goals, although altered here and there are a prize. Now the fun part...planting and germination.
Fruit of the hard hard labor.
This was my heart to do. When my heart met a desire I let it ride. It made others uncomfortable at times. It has left the estate temporary a little less resalable (unless your a garden snob :)
Could you just emagine some day if this place was sold...a gardener would forever bless my name.
I have so many desires to beautify this estate. I hope that in time they will be recognized as beauty. I think perhaps that is of great concern to my husband. If we were to have to sell some day or if we choose to let it all go and travel.
I think perhaps I wish I were rich if not only for his relief.
Funny girls I would find all of this life and living a hard thing to let go of to go sit still or bemuse myself as it all went to dry twig and dust.

We will have to fulfill his/our heart to travel when it is fallow season and nothing need tending.
That would be a very sweet rest.
Dead of summer...
...but then the animals??????????

Next year this will be a much easier task.

Wish I had some red wiggler worms for the soil.

Waxed poetic did I.



I am just a woman of the earth!


Feet alive in soil soft .
Moist cool...living like me...
Planted earth connected.


A man of the sea
Flowing ebb and tide...

We met on the shore.

Became he land lover
tolerable yet
calls the sea...
"come to me"

Flight longed to take
distant land to trod
his woman his children in hand.


Vines hold me tight lengthen cord
peace on distant isle

lands explore.

Exhaust in she the soils' call.
Quiet love of her earth
Cared for.


Distant lover waiting
When she returns
R
eacquainted scorned.

So said the gardeners soul
Though life languish

hard panned abandoned

To hoe and till
Set soul to gain
Sweet earth black gold

once again.

by Donetta


Well best get back to other tasks.

2 comments:

Denise said...

Another talent, very awesome poem sweetie. Praying for both of your precious children. I love you all.

Annette said...

I am wanting cold days & nights so badly! I LOVE the winter!! I bet 88 in AZ. is much hotter than it sounds.
and I too like the poem. My Johnanthon when he was little and first diagnosed with the ADHD there where times he needed a break from school and would tell me "Momma, I just need to let my brain rest" and I knew exactly what he was saying, and truth be told, he still tells me "I just need a break from school" and I know I need a break from work at times and children are no different. I love how you see the needs, and I love you. Off to read your post below.
Love to all~
Annette

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