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THE FUNNY FARMER

THE FUNNY FARMER: An astonishingly boring, painful, humorous and occasionally insightful approach to gardening and life as amom, a former psychotherapist, and apparently a life-long patient.



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My name is Cherie and I live in Southern Maine with my husband and two young children. I have a Master's Degree in Counseling Psychology and still have about 10k in remaining student loans to prove it. I left the field of practice three years ago, so this is not the place to be posting any suicide notes, okay? But if you want to hear about my garden and my gremlins, my pests and my problems, well then you just sit right down and read on!







Friday, May 14, 2010

Sitting.

This morning I had  minor surgery and am not supposed to lift anything over 30 lbs for six weeks.  Right now I am feeling very sore, having a difficult time walking, and taking percoset for the pain.  I anticipate that this will last for a few days.  So on this brilliantly beautiful day I am sitting.  Yup.  Sitting.  Butt to sofa.  Necessities within reach.  Feeling a little woozy.  Sitting.


Anticipating my imminent immobility, I spent the entire day gardening yesterday.   I pulled out my "potting station" (see pic to immediate left for chuckles), pots, soil block maker, trays, trowel, shovel, and a giant bag of soil.  I set up shop on the deck and began the projects that are more demanding physically.


One goal was to graduate some seeedlings into larger containers so they don't become root bound or tip over.   I suspect that this will be the last "potting up" before planting out - Yippee! 


Another goal was to germinate the last of my seeds (all flowers) and that was mostly successful.  One glitch is that many of my remaining seed packets suggest germinating 4-6 weeks before last frost and that time frame has long since passed.  I suppose I'll just keep the seedlings inside until they look strong enough to harden off and plant outside.  I do still have some seed packets remaining however, because the next glitch is that I ran out of soil before I ran out seeds.  Truth be told, I needed a stopping point so it was probably a blessing in disguise.  I guess I will just save them for next year and see if they will still come up.

A neighbor stopped by as I was puttering about and we were equally pleased for me to unload some seedlings on her.  Among other babies, she bravely accepted some of "Matilda's Mystery Tomatoes".  This variety got their name when my helpful 2yo switched around some labels early in the germination process.  Also taking advantage of the beautiful day, my neighbor's project du jour was dividing perennials.  And I am now the proud owner of some Stella Dora Lilies and Daisies!!!  If you've been reading my posts, you know how much I LOOOVE to have plants with stories other than "I bought this at...:"  While still able to dig, I grabbed my shovel and introduced these babies to their new home.

All day and evening I ran around doing this and that:  Direct seeding some flowers, moving around some planters, digging, weeding, and watering.  When my assistant was not helping me, I was also busy chasing her from potential chaos.  Not only was my  day quite productive, it also took my mind off from the anasthesia that was about to render me unconscious and the scalpal that was about the enter my flesh.  Once again, my garden helped to ease my anxieties.

Today I am grateful for the miracles of modern science, my garden, for the lasagne my neighbor/friend Larina made for our family. 

Oh yes, and for sitting.

 

2 comments:

localmotives said...

Supposedly, you can put seeds in an air-right container in the freezer for next year!

xo Cherie said...

Oooh I'll have to research that one! Thanx Jan!