It is now just six days until I move everything I’ve surrounded myself with for 8 years to another home.
Teri came over yesterday afternoon and packed up the dishes in my open cabinets. That is one of my favorite things about my apartment, my red and white open shelves in my kitchen.
I was a bit sad to see it taken apart. But I will try to resurrect it in my new kitchen.
I roll around the apartment on my rolling garden cart and pack things. The seasonal stuff was the first thing I started packing weeks ago. Now I’m on to everything else.
I’ve made a deal with the maintenance man to clean up after the movers leave. I will pay him $100 in cash to clean the place after the furniture is gone.
He knows what needs to be done to an apartment here when a resident moves, so he’s the perfect person for this job. Plus he has keys so I can drop mine off at the front office when I leave.
He’s still asking if they will rent the apartment to him with a discount. He works here, so in my book he should get a discount on monthly rent. So far they have not told him yes or no. I don’t know why they’re dragging their feet on this.
Gracie Stares At The Ceiling:
Gracie sat at the end of my recliner this morning and kept sniffing toward the vent just above in the ceiling. You know where my mind went when I saw her do that, don’t you?
I thought: Does Gracie smell a snake up there?
I keep glancing up at it. Because if one fell down it would likely land on my feet. And I don’t know if I’d live to tell that tale. I’d probably keel right over.
My Potted Rosemary Plant:
I brought my pot of rosemary in last night, as we the temperature was going down to 10 degrees. It has made it through several winters. And I want to take that rosemary with me, as it’s something I can carry in my car.
Teri said her rosemary died. I’m impressed that mine didn’t die. Thus, just for making it through the last couple of winters, I think of it as an old friend.
Are you one of those gardeners who looks at plants as friends? I think you have to be an ardent gardener to feel that way. Gardening is either in your blood or it isn’t.
My Grannie’s Garden:
I watched my grandmothers bring a big vegetable and berry garden to fruition every summer of my youth. My grannie had flowers, but they weren’t in the all-important vegetable garden.
The veggies and fruits were canned in the summer for winter meals. So gardens were not for show. They were for survival through the winter months, since we didn’t own a car.
Gardening was serious business in my Grannie’s estimation.
That is when gardening got in my blood and has stayed there all these many years.
Do you have feel that you have gardening in your blood?
“The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds. If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte.” ― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration