Life continues to feel like a run through the jungle, never stopping, never slowing down, pushing vines and branches aside, and never knowing what lurks behind the next bamboo stand.
But Creedence Clearwater Revival’s unforgettable song pulses through my head in a more literal than metaphorical sense almost daily when I look at or enter our wild backyard garden this year. Vines are everywhere. Vines we didn’t plant.
Seems we have a compost-seeded thicket that’s full of surprises. As in the vine that ate Manhattan – or would if turned loose. We thought at first that it was a watermelon, something we did plant that disappeared. Then we decided it must be cantaloupe, until one burst as we were waiting for it to turn tan. Nope, we have honeydew melons of all sizes on the ground, hanging over the fence, from tomato-plant cones.
We also have tomato vines snaking across the ground with green tomatoes of all sizes and varieties everywhere you look. And, for some reason, the squirrels seem to have backed off right as the grape tomatoes are coming in – and they are delicious. Better late than never, though we’d about given up hope.
Occasionally we find banana peppers and eggplant hiding under the vines. Free-range gardening has been interesting.
Our other jungle, a bamboo stand, keeps marching across the yard and now through our brick patio. The dogs and grandkids love to play in the bamboo, and nothing else will grow there. All we can do is try our best to contain it to that area. You can see below how far it’s advancing. Excuse the mess of a yard.
Speaking of green things, Mother’s living room at her new home was a very dark, drab olive (with a dark gold ceiling and dark drapes), until Liz got through with it. Now it’s a lovely pale celery-ish green with a bright white ceiling, and Mother couldn’t be happier. Liz and Brent spent a day there while I babysat, then Liz did the rest of the work.
Except the touchups and cleaning of the paint-dots on the hardwoods, which were my turn.
Tuesday night as Mother and I worked on touchups and cleanup, I was on my hands and knees flicking paint flecks with my thumbnail and washing them off with Windex. Made the mistake of saying, “Ouch,” with Mother in earshot.
My shoulders are delicate since my rotator cuff surgery came partially undone – my fault and I’m banned from weight-rooms for life – so Mother ordered me to stop.
“No, I’ve got to finish this. I’ll just switch hands,” I told her. (Is it sassing if you’re 58?) She fretted but I kept going.
She, on the other hand, kept bending at the waist since she can’t squat or get on her knees (she’s still flexible as heck) to flick some flecks when she let out a loud, “Ouch!”
“What?!” I asked her. She mumbled that it was just her knee – it really hurt sometimes lately when she bends over.
“Well, you stop that,” I told her. “You can’t be getting hurt.”
“No, I’ll just do this area ….” You get the picture.
I just started laughing on my hands and knees.
“We are two stubborn women,” I told Mother.
She burst into laughter at that – and kept working.
The stubborn-off was a tie, I’d say.
Should be interesting next April when we go to Florence and Venice for her 80th and my 60th birthdays. She picked the cities, I booked the hotels and flights. We have her doctors’ blessings to go, so via andare.
I’ve been across the Atlantic twice without my trusty traveling companion and man I love, but those trips were with groups. This will be the two old stubborn gals on an adventure.
I’m brushing up on Italian.
Speaking of Italian, I’ve discovered a Sicilian wine worth sharing, Stemmari Nero D’Avolo. It’s in my favorites list now. Love how it tastes and that the grapes are grown with sustainable farming.
And that it’s from Sicily, the next place in Italy I want to go. I’ll let you know after we try the chardonnay and pinot noir.
I expect them to be fabulous, too.
One last thing in this random run though a blog post: Sometimes it’s good to go back to something you haven’t done in a while to see how your
skills/strength/balance/memory/whatever are holding up. So, with that in mind – and because I’ve missed her – I’ve pulled out my two favorite Ellen Barrett exercise DVDs again.
Still love them, still love her soothing personality – she is one of the nicest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting with (literally, as in in person in my previous life as a fitness columnist, and more than once). I wrote about them 2 1/2 years ago or so, so I won’t rehash the workouts, but I will recommend them again.
So much fun. Made my legs sore in a good way. You won’t get hurt with these if you’re older but you will get toned with them, even if you’re younger.
My balance? Still pretty good. Could use some tuning up before Italy, so I’d better go for some Power Fusion.