Another beautiful day yesterday although there is a certain coolness in the air in the mornings now. It is time to start pulling some plants from the garden. The Hollyhocks are finished so I'll try to yank them out today to put into the compost bin. Sone insect has been at that for the second year in a row so I think I'll wait a couple of years before I replant them. I've seeds from last year and I'm sure they'll be viable when I decide to use them. We are still getting good feeds from the yellow beans. I just love them; nothing better than having freshly picked produce for supper. The other night we had some tomatoes from ED and they were delicious ! I did manage to make a couple of apple pies which are tasty even though it was the worst pastry I had ever made. With the leftover pastry I made cheese straws using a sharp aged cheddar and some parmesan .
Gardening has been hit and miss with my knee, but hopefully by next summer I can dig in and do some redesign. I've lots of ideas in my head and they will work, as long as my knee works ! My perennials badly need dividing, but I am waiting till ED designs her garden and figures out where she is going to plunk them in.
We did a little bit of shopping yesterday which I absolutely hate. Thank goodness for Handicap Parking. I did manage to find what I needed so I am all set ! Different kind of back to school shopping........Oh wait I'm not starting school this year ! In my lifetime as a teacher in another province and as an Educational Assistant in this province, I have started school in September 44 times counting my own school years ! That's a long time ! I started teaching when I was 19 after one and a half years of University and one year spent at McDonald College of McGill University. Looking back back at how young I was I wonder how I did it !
I wonder how I did a lot of things; working three jobs when unemployment hit our family ; directing a Youth Choir at church when I had no training; making quilts when I've had no sewing lessons and trying to maintain a healthy family life with all my children- all four of them, with no extended family around to help. The worry, stress and yes, even sadness, never ends. I remember one of my children saying something extremely cruel about one of my sisters who relationship has not been good with all of her family and I said ' No, I could never do that ! My mother taught me to be better than that ! " I find as I grow older I remember more and more of my mother. Often I'll say to myself, " Mom would be proud of me for doing that, or How pleased she would be !" Funny that, how these thoughts follow you all your life. Will my children remember me fondly ? Will they remember what I have tried to teach them ? Will they know that I have loved theme no matter what ? That loyalty and truth are paramount ? I wonder.
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