“Overgrownus Botanicus – Weeds”

Oh dear.  We finally got on the schedule for our kitchen countertop installation.  They can fit us in three weeks from now.  I refrained from inserting an exclamation point to indicate the horror of the situation.

The good news is that I found a half dozen recipes that I can make in advance in order to have meals while cooking only one or two days a week.  The other good news is that these meals are super healthy and I’m dropping off a bit of my winter padding.

The annoying news is that a chunk of my house is in disarray.  This is happening while I’m in the minimalizing mode, which is supposed to create a home of order and beauty.  Should I be using red type in this section?

Fortunately, I recognized my frustration as a kind of useless energy and decided to turn this into useful energy.  Fortunately, number two, I am the proud owner of a yard that has numerous neglected flower beds.  Last summer I had the palatable excuse of a job, which meant I couldn’t get started in the muck and dirt because I had to work that afternoon.  Additionally, I excused myself from yard work the following day because I was too tired after I put in a long shift the previous evening.  Aging has made me exceptional at rationalization.

But I am no longer employed this year so I marched my whiney butt out to the yard yesterday morning and decided to give one of the flower beds a half hour of my time.  I had a blast!  (Exclamation point of joy).  The flower bed said, “Thank You”.  In fact, it was so much fun that I did another half hour in the afternoon.


Just looking at my over-flowing garden cart makes me want to break into a chorus of “I am woman”.

I cut my finger nails very short, which solves the problem of dirt under my nails but makes it almost impossible to put my lucky necklace on in the morning.  With a little effort I was able to get the clasp open and the necklace in place.  With a little more effort my flower beds are going to be gorgeous.  Life is always a balance, isn’t it?

Loveya – The Grandma




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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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