Posted by on May 29, 2020 | 8 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, feuilles is French for leaves, and mama is hoping that there will BE some someday in these cages.  Preferably attached to tomato plants.  The leaves, not the cages, although the cages WILL be attached, I suppose, in a way.

Our neighbor, Jean, took one look and said they could blow away with the strong winds from Spain bearing down on the garden, but there are long wickets, whatever they are, that will anchor the cages at their bottoms.

Moving right along, I can now lounge on the warm stones without thinking that a any moment the temperature will drop 20 degrees!

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the only fallout from rolling around in the garden is bringing mama’s mulch into the house and spreading it all over the bed, haha.  It’s a very fine mulch made, from all things, hemp.  But a different hemp, I’m sure, from that other one, whatever it does…

Hey, when you gotta roll, you gotta roll, right?  Great for anxiety of any kind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We just go day to day here, not really grasping the future, but I am pretty sure it is going to be a brand new one for us all.  Adaptation will be required, and patience and working together.  That last one is the most important, I think, so I’m going down to the kitchen right now to help mama make a tuna salad…before she puts the “salad” in.