David and I are very disappointed this afternoon. The cute little Chihuahua Kimbo will not be coming to our house to live. When we reached the animal shelter today to have our final interview for the dog adoption, my Pom Johnny decided to be a nasty little boy and began barking, snapping and growling at Kimbo. Kimbo for his part remained mannerly, however, the staffer revealed Kimbo did not like other dogs and had attacked a pit bull since he came to the shelter. Clare being the perfect little girl sat placidly and watched the two silly males. Between us, the staffer and I agreed that it would not be good to take Kimbo home with us.
I almost told the staffer I would take one of the dozens of cats the shelter had on hand, but thought better of it, deciding that would be truly impulsive and not a good thing to do given my disappointed frame of mind. To show you how mature I have become in my animal husbandry, I will reveal that the shelter is charging a half-price adoption fee for cats and kittens until the end of December. Of course I still have until tomorrow, although it is New Year’s Eve and the shelter closes early.
While I was at the animal shelter, the program coördinator at the Virginia Hospital Center called on my cell phone, and I completed the sign-up for the seated yoga classes for David and me, beginning next week every Tuesday for 8 weeks. My physical therapist suggested yoga would be good for me and probably David too, so we’re going it do it again. I love yoga, but after I had the stroke 8 years ago, I missed so much of the regular class I was taking at the time, I got stiff again. That stiffness coupled with some other physical issues partly caused by lying in a hospital bed for several weeks coupled with the spinal stenosis in my back, caused me to fall off the yoga wagon. Sitting at a desk for two more years until I retired, certainly did not help. I am hoping by practicing the seated yoga and visiting the pool 3 times per week, I can eventually get back to regular yoga at the gym.
Meanwhile, the garden catalogues are arriving and I can see I will have to take some time in the next few weeks to design the container arrangements for next growing season or be disappointed in late spring when I discover the plants I wanted are sold out.
Time was, I got excited about the prospect of adding to my yard garden, but now taking Sydney Eddison’s advice from her book, Gardening for a Lifetime: how to garden wiser as you grow older I only want to grow shrubs. It’s tough to admit that I can’t do the things I once did in the garden..like sling the contents of 50 pound bags. As with everything else, you become aware of the reality of the limitations of your physical self as you age. Most garden chores are for people younger than me (hence John, my garden helper). I can keep a hand in with John’s help and by diverting my energies to plants in pots.
Below, some happy photos from previous growing seasons: I am sharing this post with Michelle’s ‘Nature Notes’ (link in blog list below).
Eddie, one of my lovebirds compares the daylillies with his son Sammy
Monarch butterfly on Korean mint growing in a pot.