Yesterday was a bit cooler, so in the late afternoon I went out to the patio to get some work done. I dug out many of the petunias that were not looking so great, and in those pots I planted the seeds I ordered.
Per usual, I worked till I was so tired that when it came time, I kind of just willy nilly tossed the seeds in. I always tell myself I will make markers and write down what I put where and all that. Be organized about my seeds.
But I’m typically so tired from the preparation that that doesn’t seem to get done.
These purple petunias still looked like they had some life in them and were in a smaller pot, so I left them alone. I really needed to empty some of the bigger pots though because some of the seeds I planted will get tall.
I did a bit of rearranging with the pots while I was at it.
This is what it looked like before I got to work.
This is after…
The zinnias in the pot in the middle looks a bit barren in front. And that’s because there were petunias there and I dug them out. The zinnias are in the back and I planted seeds in the front of the pot.
The orange pot was cleaned out and I planted seeds in it. And then in the back, where you can kind of see, is a red pot where I planted hyacinth bean vine and moon flower seeds.
I situated it at the back because that’s where the trellis is. And the vines will need to climb.
You’re supposed to nick the moon flower seeds and I forgot to do that. So we’ll see if they germinate or not. I can’t recall if I nicked the others that are now flowering or not.
Last night I laid in bed and watched the rest of Seven Seconds on Netflix, which was fantastic by the way. At the end I was crying because it starkly depicted some of the atrocities that occur in society. I highly recommend this series.
Yes, it is sad. But sometimes we need to be front and center to view this sadness so we don’t become too complacent to act.
It was morning when I realized I had forgotten to look outside to see if a moon flower was blooming in the darkness last night.
Ivy spends a good bit of time on the craft cabinet watching shadows. She knows when they will appear, so sometimes she jumps up there and waits for them to show up.
What a silly, silly cat she is.
Charlie couldn’t care less about shadows and probably has never even noticed them.
See the top back leg which isn’t aligned at all with the other one? That’s his bad leg that slips and slides sometimes when he’s walking. The vet tells me he doesn’t really feel it.
But it does seem with the acupuncture that that is better. He is running sometimes now again.
I feel like a nurse with the dispensing of all his medication and supplements. But of course that’s part of the job of being any kind of parent.
Speaking of parenting, Nathan came over yesterday because I told him I had seeds to share with him. I love to nurture a person’s love of gardening and am more than happy to share.
I told him: “You have to try to get Connor out of foster care and/or his maternal grandfather’s home before it’s too late.”
His eyes got kind of glassy and he said: “He’s 7 now. It may already be too late.”
I had no reply to that, because I know by Connor’s age many of the traits that will define him are already identified.
Scientists have learned that by the time children begin school, they already exhibit the personality traits that will remain with them throughout their lives. (Info from Live Science)
All this occurred to me because my mother either abandoned or social services took 6 children from her. I was the youngest at 6 weeks.
I think my other 5 siblings were around Connor’s age when they entered the system.
A 6 week old baby has the gift of innocence.
But I know my siblings, now adults scattered around the globe, saw a lot in their young lives. And because of that, it may have been too late for them as well.
I so hope this boy is prioritized by the courts and given a permanent home. Not be continually taken and given back to a meth addict. Not be shunted around from place to place.
This I know: he needs and deserves a sense of permanence. Before he’s so angry with the world that he never learns to trust.