After the rain

I can't believe that I haven't written for 3 weeks. There were good days and 'gritty' ones too.  Lots of family days and getting to know my grandkids.  Definitely 'good days.'  Then coming to terms with the weeds in the gardens, just going out and pulling them every day, making one plot after another look good, watering them and covering them with mulch.  It is really getting dry here. I am planting for fall beans and salad greens.  They are tiny but with watering they are growing. Lots of work that is  wonderful but I get too tired.  I get behind on my list of jobs to be done. 

My over/the/fence neighbor lived here for years. She lived her own style. We were getting to be garden friends. She was sick and died sometime last week.  She was alone.   I feel sad when I think about her.  I look at the sunrises longer, I stare at the long grasses bending in the wind, today the raspberries were so good, only half got in the bucket.  How do you celebrate life?  I look at her house.  She was an original Master gardner,  all combinations of plants were in her beds. You never knew what would be blooming there.   I think there are gardens in heaven too.  Now the clouds keep going over me.  The grass is growing and I should mow. I want to spray oil on the trees in the orchard. I have to feed the chickens.