I need to get things ready to sell at the Farmer's/Craft Market tomorrow morning so for now will just post some pictures I took of our garden this morning.
This is really an adventure and I think things are growing quite well, considering first the freezing weather, the constant high winds, and now temperatures in the high 90s for over a week.
In a nutshell, we've transplanted several cacti found in the hills: some grew, some didn't. We bought plants and good organic planting soil to make up for the rocky, hard, poor soil here and so far it's working well, either alone of mixed with the red sandy soil here.
Everything else we've bought for next to nothing at garage sales and thrift stores as well as found free. The birdbath bowl cost $1.00, and we found the stand in a pile of junque at the side of the road. Jim built the structure in front of the twig fence to hid the hose.
This is definitely a labor of love as well as a work in progress.
Geezers Gone Wild
Okay, I admit it: I really like this one for some reason, especially the many comments. It reminds me of my mother who, at age 82, bought a sporty, bright red car because it was "calling" to her. Not only that, but she asked me to find her some red sunglasses with rhinestones to wear while driving it. And she's driven that car ever since. Who knows, maybe my "wildness" was buying the RV and pickup and selling/giving away everything else, living in that small RV, heading to places I've never been before, and working at jobs usually considered the domain of much younger people.
No, I'll never drive that big ol' Harley or piss along the side of the road. But I think the point is to be able choose your own "wildness" and not rely on someone' else's opinion of what a person of "advanced age" should do. The rocking chair can come later, if at all.
Peace.
