Mid-Summer Waxing Honey Flow Moon
In to see Kate this morning after making some soup and killing potato pests by hand and soapy water. Integrated pest management suggests hands-on management for small crops. It’s actually pretty straight-forward to keep pests in check if you inspect regularly. Like the plastic bags for the apples. The concept also allows that some leaves will get eaten, some plants will get lost, but that if you plan for these and don’t excited, you can keep pesticide use to a minimum. I haven’t used any for years.
Companion plantings helps. Crop rotation helps. Regular surveillance helps. Replenishing soil nutrients helps. Every bit of positive input reduces the hold insects pests can get on your veggies.
Kate’s color looked normal this morning even though her hemoglobin is still a little low. She’s ready to come home. Her nurse yesterday tried to get her to wear little footies with a sticky pattern on the bottom. Kate doesn’t like things on her feet. “You don’t want to wear them even though it’s illegal?” I knew who would win this contest.
Back home for a nap, read a little, then got ready for Tai Chi. Kona had been injured in the morning, but I couldn’t find the problem. She held up her right front foot, which I checked carefully, finding nothing. Mark found the wound. It was a tear in her side just above the right shoulder.
Uh oh. This is the kind of stuff Kate makes easy. So. I called her and asked her if she could come home. Nope. Well, I figured. Her advice though helped a lot.
After a snappy, biting 10 minutes or so, I figured out how to do what needed to be done, Kona stood quietly and let me put a gauze pad on the wound and wrap it on with a sticky bandage.
I missed the first hour of Tai Chi, but I made it for my class. Be patient with yourself. Relax. Trust the process. Cheryl, the teacher, is a calming influence in a learning curve that can be difficult.
By the time I headed home I needed some comfort food. A peanut buster parfait later, I felt calmer myself.
from the airport. Makes the drive much shorter and I get a good meal in the bargain.
hop eagerly into my lap, sit there for a minute or maybe less, then stand up, moving here and there, trying to achieve some location that felt right to her. Most often she would jump down. She had her opinions about all sorts of things and acted on them.
When they die, a unique aspect of our life here comes to a finish. It is the unique and the special traits or memories we recall when we speak of them in later years. Celt’s stepping on my snow shoes, barking at the flapping black plastic bag, receiving attention at the St. Kate’s Art Fair as if it were his due. Buck’s careful positioning of the pillows and blankets so he could lie down on the perfect spot. Iris retrieving and shredding tissues. Emma standing on the tree.
purpose fix it tool, like duct tape–snipped off 12-18 inches pieces and wired the rails to the fence line. At some point while I had this task underway, Vega came out and sat down on my feet, not at them, between me and the fence. She just wanted to help.