Settling in

By Tilly

If the last few weeks was a moving in period, this week is the settling in era. We plant less feverishly, we water religiously, we ache constantly, and IM drinking over a pot of coffee a day. Art doesn't drink coffee....but he insists on tea, even when its been left in the sun too long and starts becoming some sort of bubbly grain alcohol...I mowed the front field today for the first time...its a long itchy tedious process.... the dog and birds are on schedule...the fish is fat, the cats are lizard crazy and the rabbits are trying to move in on the cucumber fields...the transplanted sage died..the white rose bugs had aphids so I sprayed em with some oil shit they left in the shed....the new zucchini popped up, the watermelons finally are coming in, just as we layed in the new plot of them. The top side radishes and BEETS are up too, the middle crop radishes are well along and the bottom ones are edible. The tomatoes are all strong, the eggplants are getting eateen by some bug... the elephant ear is wilty and in shock but alive, the cala Lilly is 18 inches high......the peas are all making spirally feelers to climb with, our beans are going to be worthy of the giant and good old jack....fee fi fo fum...hehe...the pumpkins on the first bed are all 4-6 leaves long, and last night we planted 3 more packs....we made essentialOIL TODAY FROM ROSEMARY AND EUCALYPTUS AND LAVENDER AND MINT. the front fence plot is a desert AND BORING TO WATER...BUT THERES SO MANY SUNFLOWERS AND THE PUMPKINS ARE IN THE GROUND.... art DID A NEW CORNFIELD TODAY... and I turned the cornfield into a swamp when i forgot the sprinkler cuz we were jamming karaoke in the house singing at the top of our lungs...i actually sand till i was sweaty and breathless and dizzy for the first time in my life..l love how Art frees me...when I am around him and especially when its just the two of us for a few days here on the ranch i begin to lose all inhibition and soar to places I only dreamed and thought i was unprivileged to be ALLOWED....SELF ESTEEM ISSUES ALL THE WAY FROM THE LATE 70S...FUNNY HOW WE HOLD BAGGAGE FOR SO LONG AND FINALLY CAN LET IT GO.......the therapy of music and plants and hard hard work is amazing......I am looking forward to church tomorrow. What a blessed week. Rancho bedamned is my milagro......