The Gardens - In the Beginning

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Swept off one's feet in the Garden of Hard Knocks


Thinking too much…is there such a thing as thinking too much.  It’s one of the prerequisites of survival, but when all the scenarios end in doom, the mind is catapulted into a series of depressions that’s difficult to evict.

Usually we all want to survive, but few of us are really prepared to try to survive.  Conditioned to total dependency on electricity; survival becomes extremely minimal without it. It’s a proven fact that a vast majority of people will be so totally self-absorbed and ruthless, that survival will first depend on trusting no one.

All supplies would have to be effectively hidden.  Those by themselves might as well kiss their ass goodbye…we all have to sleep some year.  Pets will either be dinner or shoved out the door for someone else’s dinner or starvation.

What if a window or windows are broken…where’s the protection now?  What happens as winter sets in and your living quarters becomes as cold as the outdoors, and the outdoors has ice and snow on the ground?  What about your stored water freezing?  Do you really want to burn wood in the fireplace so desperate individuals can see someone has supplies in that home?

Realistically, just how much wood would it take to survive a winter if you could keep it from being stolen by popping off anyone trying to take over your shelter because theirs has been proven inadequate?

I now view survival as a small part preparedness and an enormous part luck.  I feel the biggest and most dangerous obstacles would be my neighbors and that is a formidable enemy to overcome.  In the long run, unless I somehow could create miracle after miracle after miracle (does that happen outside of the movies?), I would be one of the losers and toast :(

I’m going to quit thinking for the rest of the day.



Mommy said I would be someone's dinner :(






Eleven days ago:

One step backwards and my balance was lost.
Airborne, I landed with the back of my head hitting the re-bar fence -
lower shoulders hitting the concrete stepping stones -
right arm hitting the log my falling bod knocked over.

That's the story I'm stuck with that sounds the best
cause,
I remember nothing except floating through the air
 and hitting the back of my head.

Took myself to the emergency room
 as the knots on my head and right arm HURT!

That experience was a nightmare.
Felt like a slab of meat on a conveyor belt in a factory
being picked over...
but was worried about my head or arm being cracked.

Pronounced okay that evening
had to visited my doctor next day because of chest pains.
Diagnosed with an inflammation of my rib cage -
still on medication and the pain is still there
if I exert myself.

I don't recommend this experience to anyone :)






Parking on one's own lawn by front door -
must be a southern thing.
Quite common here -
I've never experienced it any where else.




Moon and Stars Watermelon






Cantaloupe -
Not sure of its survival, as all the leaves 
have powdery mildew from so much rain.






I'm guessing the over abundance of rain every day did my corn in.
Got tired of re-staking it upright again every day, 
so pulled it all out...
hardly any roots had developed, so...

Last time it grew in the container it rooted to China...
don't know what gives this time around.




Things are beginning to fall apart.


A snake in the yard...Yeh!
Spotted here when part of the yucca was removed.
Slid under the rocks in the background as I disturbed him.
Garter snake - likes to snack on my small ground critters.







Blueberry


















Gardens and Life...
the bad
 with the good -
and sometimes
the bad is
 the end.





2 comments:

  1. I think that thinking too much is not good thing...nor is worrying about what could happen. What awful fll you hd...sorry you had to drive yourself to the hospital...but glad you're on the mend.

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  2. I hope you are all better now.
    My grandma had a woodstove for heat. If it was kept like Grandpa did it, it was cold and didn't take as much. If you wanted actual heat, it takes a lot of wood.
    My chickens have been catching baby gardner snakes.

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