DIL Wendy posted some lovely photos yesterday of scenes around San Diego, CA. Daughter Connie, her husband, and two of her daughters, visited son Richard and his family in June. Wendy takes photos with a Nikon camera most of the time, although these look more like cell phone photos. (There is a difference.)
David planned to mow the lawn today, but alas its raining. He doesn’t seem very upset by this. We had two beautiful days of sunny July weather, and I thought today would be more of the same.
Yesterday, the shed was almost dry and I was able to do some yard work.
David squirted vinegar on the weeds growing in the front walkway. The yard smelled like a big salad and lime leached from the driveway where he poured vinegar on the odd bit of crab grass, but the weeds are dead or dying.
The summer fruiting shrubs (Arrowood Viburnum, Choke Cherry) are full of berries and the Catbirds (a Southern Mockingbird) have arrived.
I’m a sight with a cane in one hand, pulling Poke Weed, Virginia Creeper, and Porcelain Berry with the other, or alternatively, hauling the captured rain water from pot to pot. Johnny follows along, flopping down nearby as I work. I topple over from time to time and he licks my face. Poor dog, he’d like to help.
I am mostly successful at rising from the ground even if bruised. However, I tore the Meniscus in my right knee doing this a few years ago resulting in two surgeries, the last one a knee replacement. Dr. Mac said, “You must have a hell of a garden!”
Well, yes it was a fabulous garden (visitors still think it is), but sadly I am too late wise. There are so many things I would have done differently had been more knowledeable when I began this garden And, I had many years of practice when I began. Which begs the question, what’s it all about anyway. We accumulate a lifetime’s worth of knowledge and then are unable to use it.
Well, on to life’s next big adventure. David is beginning to realize that we won’t be able to stay in this house forever, no matter how much we have senior-proofed it. We looked at some apartments nearby and they were perfect if pricey. The number one consideraion is do they allow dogs? We won’t move anytime soon, but I am a planner and I like to think ahead.
I love the line in Best Marigold Hotel where the couple is touring a flat designed for seniors. Call buttons are located at “strategic” points in each room where you can summon help. “But what if you fall down in the middle of the room?” says the woman client. My thought exactly. Hance the call button you wear around your neck.
When there are two of you it helps. We check on each other. But both of us have spent time on the ground unaided. David likes to sit on the bench outside and make phone calls, and I try to check on him, but don’t always. I’m often outside working when he’s not here. He couldn’t get me up anyway. Neither can Johnny.
Son Richard, dughter Connie, Granddaughters Amelia and Rita, San Diego , 2015