I am busy these days. My 30th class reunion is coming up mid-June. I volunteered to have the party at my house. I've been waiting to share the new, bigger house with company. Except for family and an occasional friend's visit, Ray and I haven't had various groups of friends come entertain us.
(Because Ray and I are pretty quiet and reserved, we like friends who talk a lot, thus, they entertain us!)
Last night, I got home from work at 4:30 and stayed out in the yard until dusk...weeding and trimming. As my witness, just ask the wild turkey that wanders into our yard several times daily for her breakfast, lunch, and supper that Ray provides at the bird feeder. This female turkey came to the feeder, heard and then saw me...and ran back in the woods.
Fifteen minutes later, I was crouched between the two raised beds of strawberries, weeding and trimming, and when she heard me move the metal weed bucket, she scooted away again. Five minutes later I heard a shot in the back woods. Momentarily, I felt guilty at not letting our wild turkey come in for her 'Last Supper.'
Then I remembered, hunters can only shoot and kill the male turkeys. So I went about my business of weeding and trimming. Ten minutes later, having given up being afraid of me and with a supposed growling belly, the lady turkey, who must have by now figured me out to be fairly safe, came to the bird feeder and ate up the sunflower seeds Ray threw out on the ground in anticipation of her visit. Then, to my surprise, she scooted passed me and ran through the garden and back behind the barn. A pretty brave turkey!
I was glad our female turkey-entertainment wasn't shot. Ray would've been sad.
This morning, I was up at 8:30 and outside to continue my weeding & trimming in the yard...if you've never seen my yard, believe me...it's big and there are many shrubs/gardens to trim and weed. I concentrated on the small shrubs leading to my small pond. After those, I trimmed around my small fire pit and the small hand-dug pond itself...trying to ignore the fact that at any second a frog might jump and a snake might slither...but no jumping and no slithering happened. Relief!
Right now I'm taking a break. I've downed a can of Sprite. I'm contemplating what's for lunch and whether my husband needs more ice for his knee, that he hurt a week ago when he fell while mowing the lawn. Needless to say, I'm doing more chores, including watering and feeding the chickens and baby chicks and gathering eggs. I have told Ray that I...I will rototill the big vegetable garden, but I fear it, since I know I will kill my back! But the planting season is upon us and we really need to till in the winter rye grass.
Back in the old days, fat pregnant women till the garden if their man was layed up or at war, so I should feel confidant that I can till the stupid garden!
Good thing Ray bought me my new brown, polka-dotted rubber boots. With these swanky boots on, I don't mind doing dirty chores so much. At least I look hip!
Soon, as soon as I stop writing and gain momentum, I will save my post, rise from my computer chair and get on with the day...but I love writing and these days, since I'm taking a sabbatical from romance novel writing, writing on my blog is the only writing I'm doing these days...
...except for an occasional poem...
...about weeding and trimming,
...etc!
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