It’s been a heck of a week. Sunday, I worked in my octogenarian neighbor’s garden—digging out volunteer trees, re-stringing her fence, and cutting down the peonies. Monday, the same day the wascally wabbits mistook my front garden for a salad bar, I came down with a cold and lost my voice. And, then, I got a migraine, from which I’m slowly emerging today. Waking up after a migraine—especially one that lasts more than a day—always makes me feel a little like Rip Van Winkle or Sleeping Beauty, because while I’ve been sleeping like a mushroom in a cool dark room, the world – and the garden – has continued on without me! It’s a little discombobulating to feel so out of synch.
When Monty and I went on our walk earlier today, I noticed how much things have changed just since Monday! Everything looked so dry – even though I had watered everything well on Monday. I also noticed piles of leaves in the street and in some yards. Monday, the leaves were still on the trees. Today, the asters were bursting with color and on Monday, they were still on the verge of opening.
All I had the energy for this afternoon was watering and taking some snapshots of the trees, with and without leaves. I hope to be back in the swing of things tomorrow.
It’s been a heck of a week. Sunday, I worked in my octogenarian neighbor’s garden—digging out volunteer trees, re-stringing her fence, and cutting down the peonies. Monday, the same day the wascally wabbits mistook my front garden for a salad bar, I came down with a cold and lost my voice. And, then, I got a migraine, from which I’m slowly emerging today. Waking up after a migraine—especially one that lasts more than a day—always makes me feel a little like Rip Van Winkle or Sleeping Beauty, because while I’ve been sleeping like a mushroom in a cool dark room, the world – and the garden – has continued on without me! It’s a little discombobulating to feel so out of synch.
When Monty and I went on our walk earlier today, I noticed how much things have changed just since Monday! Everything looked so dry – even though I had watered everything well on Monday. I also noticed piles of leaves in the street and in some yards. Monday, the leaves were still on the trees. Today, the asters were bursting with color and on Monday, they were still on the verge of opening. 
All I had the energy for this afternoon was watering and taking some snapshots of the trees, with and without leaves. I hope to be back in the swing of things tomorrow.
3 comments:
Auntie K, I'm so sorry to hear you too suffer from migraines. The move out east has helped me considerably as a lack of sleep was one of my chief problems and I don't commute as much as I used to. They are still unavoidable though at times for other reasons (genetics?). I hope you're feeling much better and able to get out and enjoy the weekend.
Sorry to hear you are out of sorts. You deserve a big pat on the back for helping your elderly neighbor. That is so nice of you and many folks do not think to help others in this way. Older folks really appreciate help to see their gardens look as nice when they themselves can no longer do the chores.
Marguerite; Thank you for your empathy. A couple other women I know who suffer migraines had them last week, too. So, I wonder if part of this one was weather related. (I think part of mine was food related.) :( I slept most of Saturday away, and did get out on Sunday.
Donna; Thank you for your well wishes. I can't remember the last time I got knocked down like that by a migraine. I love my elderly neighbors -- two sisters in their 80s. They were having trouble getting to the water and wanted me to take a bunch of things out. Then, I discovered that the string on their fence was blocking the path to the water! So, I left the plants in and re-routed the string so they could get to the water more easily. The "younger" neighbors all sort of look after the sisters and take turns helping them with errands and odd jobs. Very neighborhood-y!
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