After several years of not seeing a single cutworm in the garden, it's an every day occurrence to find at least one little juvenile plant cut off at soil level and lying limp and dead. The worms cut the stems of young plants to suck out the juices. Maybe they're just thirsty. I'll blame it on our extreme dry conditions. Or an up-cycle of the cutworms.
Our asparagus production may be attributed to not enough moisture also. The stalks have become extremely thin and not nearly as plentiful as they should be this time of year.
One would think our lack of rain would be a deterrent to the annual biting bug population. Not so. Recently, my left hand was bitten and got so swollen I had to get my wide gold wedding band off my finger while I could. Years ago, I had to have it cut off (the ring, not my hand) because of a black fly bite on my finger. We've even had mosquitoes in the house which has prompted us to put up netting over our king-sized bed. No easy job but something we have to do some years in order to get a good night of sleep.
Because of our hectic summer schedule, my desire and need to spend time in my quilt room continues to go unfulfilled. It's been so long since I've been in there, I may have forgotten where it's located.
I've been doing a lot of wheelbarrow work in the garden hauling mulch in an effort to retain some moisture in the soil. A couple of days ago I was pulling the wheelbarrow instead of pushing it. Never a smart thing to do. I stumbled and one of the metal "legs" of the wheelbarrow ran over the back of one ankle bone. Although I don't bruise easily, I have a very colorful sore spot that is a reminder to always push rather than pull.
But all of this grumpiness on my part is nothing compared to an unfortunate accident of my blogging friend, Lisa B., over at
Ewe's Crazy & So Is I. This tiny powerhouse of mighty womanhood runs her farm nearly single-handedly and just took a bad fall which she wrote about in a current post. Another instance where it would be wonderful if, somehow, we all lived close enough together so we could help out at a time like this.
And maybe a whole bunch of us gathering together to do a rain dance would entice Mother Nature to send much needed moisture down upon dry and cracking garden soil. Although, I know, be careful what you wish for.
So, my grousing work here is done. In reality, I have absolutely nothing to be grumpy about. And I realize that. It just felt good to get some things down on paper. Or onto the keyboard. Or sent into ether land.
Egg Gathering Basket, Repurposed
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