Yesterday I went and picked up one of my best friends and then headed to Bellingham for a day of hanging out together and shopping. I had forgotten the wonderful feeling of freedom one has when they have the ability to go and pick up a friend and just goof off all day long.
Today has been spent getting my newsletter prepped and ready to go out later today – part 69 of my David and Ragnhild story. After getting that done, I got the joy of having a migraine try to sink its claws into my brain. I’m so tired of having these vile things. They started when I was twelve so for the last thirty-four years of my life I’ve had to deal with them. I think I’ve served my time, they can go away now.
Thankfully it is spring time, so I can get outside and do some gardening. I have found over the years that even with some of my more severe migraines, being able to get outside and sink my hands into soil and play with my plants helps to reduce if not completely alleviate a migraine for me. I spent a few hours outside ripping out weeds, picking up after the dogs, pruning shrubs and mowing the lawn, and now the migraine is gone (Insert happy sigh).
My husband has left for a few hours for training with his taekwondo instructor. Little does the poor man know that once he’s home he’s going to be helping me move some large flower pots so that I can repot three mint plants. I also need to get some radishes, carrots and the rest of the potatoes planted.
While weeding, I did find that where I had planted potatoes last year, it would appear that I missed digging them all up, and they are growing again. Score! I’m hoping that they are the Viking Purples as those ones are so yummy.
I was given a tiny cherry tomato plant by a lady while I was at work one day. Sadly she had been in an accident and when she had come the next day to clean her car out the poor little plant had been tossed about due to the accident. She asked where a trashcan was so she could throw it out, and I told her that all the plant needed was some water, love and repotting. She grinned then handed me the plant and told me to have fun. I brought the poor little thing home and set him up in the front kitchen window with a water tray under it for a few days, and it perked right up. I trimmed off the broken branches and a couple days later I replanted him outside.
I am happy to say that the sad little tomato plant is doing much better now and seems to be very happy outside in the five-gallon bucket that I planted it in. I do need to get one of those tomato cage things for it before it starts getting too big. Last thing I want to do is damage its roots if I can keep it from getting blight or any other nasty things.
What are some of your favorite things to plant? Flowers? Veggies? Herbs? And does gardening help you to relax and feel better?
May you all have a wonderful evening and a great upcoming week.