Doing It Over...

This is one of our figs that had produced quite well in years past.  It grew so well I did not even want to trim where it knocked repeatedly against the window.  I decided while it was dormant I would prune the intersecting limbs and give it more room to grow.

Then our winter killed it back to the roots.  We won't have an abundant crop this year but we will have figs. At first I thought I had killed it but the one I did not trim died back to the roots also.

This past week I decided to trim it back.  There were plenty other plants mixed with it.  The wisteria which Dad planted and wished he never had, the Virginia Creeper and Granny's rose bush had made quite the stand here.

All the dead limbs were removed plus all the invaders.  I used some of these for stakes for other plants. Then I burned!  The joy of seeing all your hard work reduced to ash that will feed the ground is indescribable. Maybe I just like fire.

Oh, no, I needed more to burn!!!  I started weeding and pruning all the bird poop plants from the fence. Honey suckle, Virginia Creeper, briers and seedlings were joyfully added.  I am over run with Money plants so many of them were pulled and placed on the fire.

With the green added I had some great smoke.  Burn, baby, burn.  These ashes can be added to the garden.

I had some help

and some more help.

I decided to weed my water garden

and clean all the climbing vines so you could see the fence.

I'm gonna have to quit

This is too much work.

Only three more corners to clean.

Help...Can't Sleep

Sleep the best when you face West
OR
Sleep the least when you face East.

Line your inner magnets up with the Earth's magnetic fields
And your sleep will be restful and rejuvenating.

What the heck is the right answer?  No mirrors in the bedroom, no doorway slicing your bed, oh the things we have to watch for and dread.

I have been dreaming entirely too much lately and wake up with a sense of panic sliding off the edge of my memory. I hold pieces of my busy night  for such a short time I can't put them together.

Anybody know the secret direction of blissful sleep???

A Black Walnut half shell from seasons past.

Puppy Overdose...Still No Name

Her first night with me on the computer.

First day at work,

looking around,

Gotta love that nameless face! 

I'm In The Can

After all our wonderful blessings, I feel guilty about fussing but here goes...Maybe if I say it out loud and get some suggestions from y'all, I can get my s--- together and straighten up.

Most time not spent at my paying job is spent outside trying to get this farm back together after the tornado and years of neglect.

Yesterday, my clothes dryer died and the washer was in its last throes. Tired of repairing it, we loaded up and headed to Sears. I walked in and said I want the best bargain, least buttons and largest capacity you have. Ten minutes later, we were loading up. Hubby said that is the way I like to shop.

Next stop was farm supply, only for a strap to tie the W/D in since Den was not comfortable with the tie he had. We went in for one tie down thingy. It took forever. First we had to look at all of them, read all of them, then wander around to see if there were anymore. Got to check out and Den asked about chainsaw chains and found they made them in the store. So he heads to the back AGAIN. I sidestep into the horse area...now most of you, knowing me, would look for me there. I mean, think if there was one place in a farm supply store that I would most likely be, most of you would pick horse stuff, right? Not my hubby, after a long wait, I peeked out of the horse corner and saw him going up and down the isles looking. I stepped out and he mouthed, I've been looking for you...well, if you knew your wife of thirty-six years, you would know she is in the horse section. Not even to mention, the last three trips to farm supply, he ran me out of the horse section.

We headed home, unhooked the old, rehooked the new. The old ones are still here in the room.
That was not even what I was going to gripe about!

I need inspiration to get my inside life in order.

I have a beautiful red cedar picnic table that Daddy made. It is just outside the dining room for overflow and serves a dual purpose as a folding table for laundry. It is full of folded piles of clothes.

My kitchen, which has been the deer jerky factory for days, is butt deep in dishes and mess. There is enough dirt in the floor to grow a good sized garden. I have named my spiders. Hate to get rid of them, they keep the mice down.

My bathrooms are growing mushrooms.

My dining room table is the catch all and is piled to the ceiling.

My sheets were changed sometime after Halloween.
...And here's the scary part...I DO NOT CARE!

Help, I need inspiration, I need direction, I need a maid!

I used to be superwoman but at fifty-four that seems to be fading. With a full time job and spending all my daylight hours outside, I have no inclination to attack the inside.

Comments please, millions of them, I need help or my family may perish in a avalanche of filth.