Hair Rant

 Ahhh there it is, a rant about hair. I really only think my hair is there for covering the top of my head when I am not wearing a baseball cap.

I stink at styling it. I rarely blow dry it or use products. It has thinned out from age and loss of my female hormones [geeze, too much info right?]. Not only that, it has lost its wonderful black luster and has become brownish, faded, and silvery. The silver is fine. When I add some bold color, it is fun.

But face it. My longer hair looks worn out and tired. I used to wear it short all of the time. Really short. Pixie short.

During the pandemic, I let it go and then I've had it trimmed every once in a while and added some fun colors. Now I look at the straggles in the mirror and stick it in a pony tail that looks pathetic [to me].

I made and appointment to get it chopped into something else. I'm tired of the same ol' same ol'. Hubby knows this about me. I'll take long hair and cut it all off when the mood strikes.

I've always been that way. One time I had long dark locks of hair and I had it all cut off. My ex husband came home from work and I asked him if he noticed anything. He replied, "You moved the couch." He was a smart man, he never told me how to do my hair.

I told Rich I was going for a hair cut and showed him something I was thinking about. Not super short, but a lot of it much shorter.

He instantly got upset. You know, crossed arms, and grumpy eyes.

When I asked what was wrong he said, "I like your hair this way. But you don't listen to me ever. I like it long."

I answered, "I'm bored with it long. I need a change."

He then glowered at me and said, "Whatever, you always do what YOU want and never listen to me."

True enough. I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Look, I have to wear my hair, you don't. You don't have to put it up or deal with the straggles."

Like a two year old, he sunk into the his chair and crossed his arms. His eyes got dark and slittel.

"Fine. Do what you want. Whatever. You will anyway."

I laughed, "You know I will. It IS my hair. I think I should shave it on one side and leave a flop top."

The look I received could have burned a house down.

I could always go crazy.. you know...

Well, I guess we shall see!

Tempting but a bit too wild!!!!

After all, it is my choice.

Good and Bad

Old Fred is at least 33 years old. You can see it in his face. The mule who hates being caught, let me approach him and give him a long grooming!

He is still the feisty little pony mule but a bit less 'full of it'. He loves his Senior Feed and comes running for it.
Here you can see the age in his face and across his back. Time awaits no one, right?

So I asked, begged, and egged my husband to see if I could get some dirt for a project that I've wanted to do for a while now. I wanted him to take dirt from an old compost pile of manure and put it under the kitchen window on the east side of the house.

Much to my surprise, while I wasn't paying attention to Rich who had been sitting on the porch...I heard the skid steer start up and viola!

The bearded wonder had not only gotten into the skid steer out in the shed, but had started it and delivered dirt!

Somehow I think this Hermit Life is working for him perfectly!
[The day after this photo, he clipped his beard and now sports a clean face with a goatee and mustache.]

Above is the area that I wanted to make into more garden. I wanted a place to put out my 'non' Fairy Garden.

First load...

 After the second and third load of fresh compost.

I had a LOT of shoveling and raking to do. I sort of had a plan, but nothing fixed in my 'head'. I knew that I wanted a walk way down the middle of it so I could weed from the middle when the plants were up. And I wanted a nice looking border, but decided to use what was available already.

So ....there are the rocks from an obscure place that I'd stored them years ago. The plastic is from old round bale covers that were shredded. I found some flat rocks to use as stepping stone and  filled the missing 'steps' for now with old bricks until I can find the perfect rocks and carry them up from the creek.

I love rocks. I'd love to display the rocks as much as the garden so it will take me a bit to get the just right rocks for the pathway.

I added some gnarly stump pieces from the woods. They will be part of the Unicorn and Dragon hideouts.
After all, can't I just be a kid and have some fun? I don't mind gnomes either, but apparently they are not welcome in this garden either....

As I said, a Dragon/Unicorn garden. The Fairies can go find another place, however they will probably show up.

A look at the walk way that needs mulch and new stones...

I had to spend most of the day waiting for a UPS delivery that has to be signed for. The new way of doing things is that the driveway physically has to see the person to make the delivery and then he signs for you so there is no contact between him and the customer.

After getting the meds, I decided to listen to some music on my phone and get down to the business of picking out the weeds from my vinca ground cover bed and dig out the areas that I'd plant 4 o'clocks in if I can't get petunias or marigolds.

The rest of the afternoon was spent planting two rather sad looking tomato plants in buckets along with moving dirt and weeding around the rest of the house.

This requires very close work on the knees or sitting. I have to be careful to pull out last year's dead stuff and pick only the crabgrass and other tiny weeds that surround some of the bulbs that haven't come up yet.

These are blazing stars.

My daffies blossom first near the house. The bleeding hearts join in a bit later along with the irises. 

The vinca provides a pretty dark green ground cover with purple flowers.

Late summer I hope to have some pots with blossoms of some sort in them.

It all depends on how available these things are and IF I can actually shop for them safely.

I went into my seed bucket I kept in the basement. It is a bucket I use to deposit all the seeds I've picked from my sunflowers and other flowers that I gather the seeds for each year.

I was upset to find that mice had somehow found my seeds! I have plenty of orange cosmos and some zinnia seeds, but most of the 4 o'clocks were eaten along with the sunflower seeds.

Good thing I keep back up packets!
Next year...I'll keep them in a sealed container. And the mice will have traps to contend with!

I hope to get some mulch today for the 'walkway' among other things. I figured to get this done before the large veggie garden and the mowing take over my time!

Note.
Two days ago we had our first confirmed case of Covid-19 in our county. It isn't like this virus knows county boundaries.
I see some friends who are now calling the outbreak a scam and that we should all just get on with our lives. I get that. They have families to feed and their hours have been cut. Things are dire all over.

I was told that the numbers were 'fake', deaths were 'fake', wearing masks was not warranted.
Let me rant here.

I get it.
But the state numbers are still creeping up as are the deaths. I don't have the answers but I know that I am deciding to keep isolated as much as possible.
The Hermit Life has been excellent for Rich. He is doing much better now than in the past two years!

He has been operating the skid steer, taking an interest in grooming, taking an active interest in what I am doing in the yard and gardens. This is HUGE!

So keep your 'fake' deaths, drink your disinfectant, believe the liar liar pants on fire. Go ahead and protest, yell, scream, ... but don't ask me to.

I'll go ahead and plant my Dragon garden, I'll enjoy being isolated. And yes, I am one of those lucky people at least for now...that can stay home.

I have a duty to protect my husband. And I will do so.