Conflicted, and our Sword of Damocles

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Oh, what a day yesterday turned out to be.

I had not planned to go out at all yesterday, for starters. I had my medical appointment in the the smaller city hospital this afternoon, and anything we might have needed could wait until we were done with that. My younger daughter was even going to come along to help out.

While I was doing the watering, I couldn’t resist taking these photos.

The white lilacs are in full bloom, and the honeysuckle in the old kitchen garden are just getting into that phase. They are looking just gorgeous!

Though, if you look at the background behind the white lilacs, you can see some of the clusters of dry Chinese Elm seeds among the leaves. They’ve been falling like snow for days, and won’t be done for a while, yet, even with the high winds we were having.

I did not expect to be later picking some of these to make a bouquet for my mother.

I was just finished up with the watering and gone inside, where my daughters updated me on the water pressure issue. They’d been doing dishes when suddenly the pressure dropped, dramatically. One of them was headed to check the pump and about to send a message to me, asking if I was using the hose, when they got my message asking them to check the pump because I’d lost pressure on the hose!

So we all just stopped using water for a while!

In the middle of all this, the phone rang. Twice. I managed to pick up and saw the display showing it was my mother, just in time to hear her hanging up.

I called her back immediately, and she was all surprised to I did. Yes, she had just tried to call me, she confirmed. I told her, you have to let it ring more than twice for us to reach it! She just laughed with a “you know me…” response.

No, I don’t recall her ever doing this before, so it’s not typical of her.

Then she informed me that our vandal had passed away on Friday. This was Monday. She had just found out from my sister.

For those who have been following this blog for a long time, you have been reading about the issues we’ve had with our vandal. When we first moved out here, things had been fine, but he had been working for years, trying to talk my parents into changing their wills and NOT leaving the property to my oldest brother. This included many verbally abusive messages left on my mother’s answering machine, and showing up at her place to yell at her. The property was originally supposed to go to the youngest of my brothers, who died in a quite horrible accident, more than 10 years ago. Our vandal expected the property to be left to him instead of my oldest brother, since he and my late brother had been so close, and he helped so much. When I told him I was good with it going to my oldest brother, he became furious. He’d spent the last few decades hating on my older brother, who was never able to find out what went wrong, and soon shifted that to me. Over the next while, we had to deal with verbal abuse, stalking, harassment, and the vandalism of our gate. He even went after my daughters. It got to the point where we though he might show up drunk and try to burn the house down, or even come over with one if his guns.

After we got him on trail cam video, vandalizing our gate, I pressed charges. They were stayed, unfortunately. When I caught him trying to do it again, I filed for a restraining order. Then the illegal lockdowns hit, and court dates kept getting cancelled and rescheduled, so it took almost a year before I finally got the restraining order. He retaliated by filing a civil suit against me for money, based on all the stuff he had abandoned on this property (while helping himself to pretty much everything that still functioned and ever returned them – a large part of why my mother asked us to move here and take care of the place). It was because of him that my mother transferred ownership of the property to my oldest brother, so it was taken out of the will completely.

The restraining order was for a year, and he did stay away. When it expired, I didn’t try to renew it. It’s such a pain to go through the court system, and I didn’t want to go through that again if I didn’t have to. For the most part, he did still stay away, though there were still a few incidents, some of which we caught on the trail cams. Then he got his cancer and blamed me and my oldest brother for it. We somehow gave him cancer. There were a few more incidents, from him yelling at me from the road while waving his colostomy bag at me, to showing up at my mother’s to yell at her, and leaving more of his vile letters slipped under her door. He kept using my late father and brother to try and manipulate and guilt her into giving him property that was no longer hers to give, anyhow.

We had been quite close in the past, and it was clear his behaviour was the result of his drinking and an undiagnosed mental illness. My mother kept ragging on us to reconcile with him, but couldn’t accept that we had tried, our doors were still open, but we would not put up with abuse and threats, and that is was on him to take the steps. Basically, in her mind, we should have just put up with his abuse to “keep the peace” and give him whatever he wanted. Except the land. She and my father never wanted the remaining two quarters to go to him.

Which leads me to something I have not said on the blog before, and will only say now, and only this once, since it no longer matters.

I had three other brothers. My middle brother already got his quarter section across the road from our driveway. He was our vandal.

This was a man with a big heart who did help us out quite a few times over the years. He helped a lot of people, many of whom took advantage of that big heart – especially girlfriends. What I later found out was that, when he helped us, it wasn’t out of generosity, but manipulation. He felt that, because he helped us with things years ago (even though we reciprocated whenever we could), that meant we had to let him say and do whatever he wanted to us, and we had to put up with it.

Hence why I feel so conflicted. On the one hand, I grieve losing another brother. On the other, I am thankful that he is finally at peace. There was something very wrong with him, and the people that should have helped him seemed to mostly enable him, instead. Of just didn’t realize he was literally inventing things in his mind that we never said or did, and told everyone about them. He alienated my late brothers children from us, telling them they were banned from the property, even though we’d never done anything of the sort. His inner demons destroyed someone I loved, leaving behind a shell of hatred, bitterness, envy and anger aimed at me and my daughters (he somehow seemed to forget I have a husband).

Obviously, there’s a lot more that happened that I can’t write about on this blog.

After my mother told me about his passing, we spoke for a while and I told her I would pass it on to my oldest brother, as I knew my sister wouldn’t. My mother had told my sister to email me about it, but she never did. She was the only one that still had any contact with our vandal (I will continue referring to him as such again, from now on), and had been visiting him. His wife had called to let my sister know, and probably told her not to tell me and my brother. We already knew our vandal didn’t want us at his funeral.

My mother wants to go to the funeral, of course, which would require transportation for her and her wheelchair. Something my brother is willing to do. We just don’t know when the funeral is. Talking to one of my daughters about it after, we came to the same conclusion. If we do show up, it would be bad – my daughter even thinks his wife might physically attack me. If we don’t show up, it would also be bad.

But we don’t know when the funeral is, and there have been no announcements or obituaries.

I passed the news on to my brother and SIL. Some time later, I got a message from them saying that they were going to visit my mother with flowers and a card to check on her.

Not knowing when I’d next be able to visit my mother, I decided I would meet them there.

My brother had brought my mother some lilacs he picked here, when they visited her on Sunday before going home. I decided to pick some white lilacs to go with the purple ones, then grabbed some honeysuckle, too. I wrapped the cut ends in a damp paper towel and tucked the bundle into a vase. Even without water in the vase, I seat belted the vase in place.

Earlier, my husband and I had talked for a bit about treating the family to burgers, and getting some red meat into everyone, when I came home from my medical appointment. Since I headed into town unexpectedly, I figured I would do that one the way home.

I got to my mother’s before my brother and SIL did. After I got the flowers set up in the vase with water, I sat down and asked how she was feeling.

Oh, you know… and she started describing her aches and pains.

Okay… so how are you feeling?

She went on about her being tired and her other usual complaints.

I finally said, okay, but how are you feeling about the news.

She seemed startled by the question, then started talking about how he was no longer in pain and at peace now, etc.

What I could see was that she really didn’t care, one way or the other. Which can’t be blamed on cognitive decline, because she was much the same way when my father passed away.

At one point, she started telling me how wonderful our vandals wife was because she stuck with him, even when he was sick. Other women would have left him.

Oh, how I was biting my tongue to not say flat out, “you mean like you did with Dad?” When my father needed her most, she moved out – largely because of our vandal – leaving my dad to what I later learned was continued verbal abuse, that my mother won’t even acknowledge happened.

After a while there was a knock at the door and my brother and SIL came in. They had brought her a bouquet, which my SIL started setting up in a vase they had brought, while my brother tried to give her a card. My mother started chastising them for spending money on flowers, unlike me, who brought flowers I picked and didn’t pay for. We managed to cut that off and suggest, “just say thank you…”

Aside from a few odd tangents, the visit actually went rather well. My mother had started to give me a shopping list, which included Voltaren, but I saw the staff had left her a printout of her medications and treatment, and the prescription version of Voltaren was on the list. I told her I’d talk to the nursing station about it, first. The rest was stuff from the grocery store; some fruit (she complained they only gave bananas and mandarins, and she wanted apples and grapes), some Ginger Ale in small bottles, because she found them so handy, and some crackers.

With how light things are for so late, I almost lost track of time. When I realized the grocery store was going to close soon, I grabbed the list and quickly headed out. My mom kept trying to delay me so she could give me cash, but I left my brother and SIL to explain to her I didn’t have time for that.

I managed to get the items and out of the grocery store a little more than 5 minutes before closing.

My mother was quite happy when I got back. I spent the next while washing the grapes and apples ahead of time for her, while my brother helped her look at the receipt and get out cash to pay me back. Which I would have been find if she hadn’t, but it wasn’t worth making a bit deal out of it (the nursing home doesn’t want residents to have cash with them at all, for obvious reasons). Then I made sure one of the packages of crackers was open, so she didn’t have to fight with the plastic sleeve.

Meanwhile, different staff came by several times. Someone came by with the snack cart, another came by with her bed time pills, and one even came by to help my mother get ready for bed, though she said she would come back after we were done visiting.

After I’d brought the stuff for my mother, we realized it was getting quite late – my mother’s window faces west, so we were getting lots of sunshine, making it feel more like the afternoon than evening. So we wound down our visit, then said our goodbyes, with all of us talking about our efforts to find out when the funeral would be and passing it on once we did.

On the way out, I made sure to stop at the nursing station to talk about the Voltaren, since my mother wanted me to buy more for her. It was confirmed, she now is getting the prescription version, two applications a day, so there is no need for me to get the Voltaren.

Then she told us there had been some… incidents, with my mother.

In general, she had been very easy, but as she has settled in, things have started to change. My mother is a big one about everything being quiet around her, but there is one non-verbal resident that makes vocal noises, but can’t speak. My mother kept telling her to shut up, and even grabbed her arms. !!!! There were other incidents, but this was the only one that got physical. She had handled it, and we were very appreciative of how she did it – and for informing us about it. We’ll have to have a talk with my mother. As it is, her behaviour has meant she can’t be included in some activities on another floor for now.

We had a good talk with the nurse before leaving.

After we parted ways, I headed for the DQ to get the burgers my husband had requested. As usual, I parked in one generic spots along the street rather than into their lot, as I find maneuvering in the lot with the truck is not worth the hassle. I got the stuff, loaded the truck and started backing out when I realized I’d forgotten to let the family know I was on the way home with food. So I pulled back into the parking spot and sent out a message.

That done, I backed out into the street again, and that’s when the sword dropped.

I tried to go from reverse to drive, but the shifter just slid smoothly from one side to the other, without any of the “clicks” while passing gears.

I knew exactly what happened.

A year ago, this happened after I’d gone to my mother’s apartment to do her grocery shopping. The truck got towed to a garage in that town, where it was found to be the linkage to the transmission. He had to order a part but, while waiting, he had jerry rigged it with a C clip, and it was working find. When he found the company sent the wrong part, we talked about it and decided to just go with the C clip. He told me he couldn’t say how long it would last. It might last a few years, or never break at all.

Clearly, it broke.

So there I was, in the middle of the street, unable to move the truck.

I popped my hazards on and sent a quick message to my brother, asking if they were still relatively close and saying I needed to get the truck towed. I quickly messaged my family, then called CAA.

Amazingly, I got a human being right away. After talking to the agent for a while, a tow was arranged. They even had the new address for the garage we use in their system already (they officially relocated barely a week before).

I got a message from my brother telling me they were just one town up the road – they’d spontaneously made a stop along the way, so were much closer than they normally would have been, otherwise. I updated the family, and then had to wait.

The truck broke down at really the best possible spot. Yes, I was in the middle of the street, at an angle, but vehicles could get around me, and I wasn’t blocking the driveway into the DQ. I had quite a few people stop, asking me if I needed help. Some even offered to push the truck out of the way, but I told him, it wasn’t going to move. It technically was still in reverse.

After awhile, my brother and SIL arrived and parked nearby. I told them more details about what happened and about the C clip that likely broke. My brother popped the hood but couldn’t see anything. He started the truck and tried to get it into gear, but nothing happened.

We still had people stopping and offering to help, which we greatly appreciated, even though we had to say know.

Then this couple came by. On hearing our brief explanation on why we couldn’t push the truck out of the way, the guy – a young, skinny little guy – said, Oh, I know what’s wrong!

He then got down on the ground and shimmied under the truck – he was small enough to fit! – while my brother stepped on the brake, just in case. He immediately saw that the wires had come loose from the transmission, then crawled back out and said to try it again.

Sure enough, he had temporarily “fixed” it. My brother was able to drive the truck across the intersection and into a parking spot.

He was pretty sure he was able to get it into neutral, but that was it. It would no longer move.

We were extremely thankful to this guy – and I noticed his girlfriend on the side, with a grin, proud grin on her face the whole time. At one point, he was talking to my SIL and mentioned he was a mechanic that worked on big rigs. As to what he found under the truck, he said “this happens all the time.”

!!!!!

So now we were no longer blocking the road and just had to wait for the tow truck.

CAA had sent me a link with a live status map that I kept checking. I knew I would be getting a phone call from the tow truck driver as soon as they were on the way. I didn’t recognize the company name on the page linked to, though. I also noted that, while they had the town right and the address for the DQ I was next to right, the cross streets listed did not exist in this town.

???

It took a while before I realized what I was seeing for the expected arrival of the tow truck, though.

Apparently, a tow truck wasn’t expected to arrive until this afternoon.

Which would have been roughly a 15 hour wait.

Yes, the system said things were busier than usual, but the next afternoon???

My brother recommended I call back, which I did.

This time, it went to the automated system, and the robot voice started asking questions – after telling me I had no open calls on file.

The robot voice even cut me off while I was giving the address, saying they could find no such address, before I finished.

Finally, it said it sounded like I was asking to speak to a live agent. Which I hadn’t, but I took it.

I finally got a real person. A different voice from before.

The first thing I did was confirm that I had an open call, which she told me I did. I brought up that the ETA was for the afternoon the next day, and how was that even possible? (Particularly since I’d made a point of telling them I was blocking a street) She asked me who told me that ETA. I told her, I got it from the link they texted to me. She said she would talk to dispatch and put me on hold.

For quite a while.

Finally, she came back and told me that there were no tow trucks in the area available, and they might have to dispatch one from the city.

Not the smaller, nearer city. The further, larger city. An hour away.

At that point, I told her that first, the truck was moved and no longer blocking the way, though we were still at the same intersection. The next while was a jumble of trying to explain to her where the truck was, and having to spell out the name of the business whose parking lot we were now in. Then I had to explain that I could not stay by the truck for that long (I didn’t say it to her, but my brother and SIL really needed to get home, and it was well past 9pm by then). She told me that, if I weren’t with the truck, they might not be able to take it. I told her, yes they will, and that I would give instructions to the driver when they called me.

The call was winding up when the agent hung up on me.

This particular agent was the worst I’ve ever had to deal with. In fact, I’ve never had a bad call with CAA before, even at times when I was on the side of the highway with zero street information to give them, because I wasn’t even near a cross road. I’ve had some difficult calls, but not like this.

After that, I dug out the envelop my mother had put the cash she gave me into, took the cash out and wrote a note to leave under the windshield wiper, since the truck wasn’t really parked well. It just said “tow truck is on the way” on the front, then on the back I put my first name and phone number. That way, if the tow truck didn’t make it until the next day, the staff at the company could see the note and know it was being take care of, and could call me if necessary.

At this point, I was prepared to cancel my medical appointment today. As my SIL started driving us away (I’d already transferred our food and drinks to their car), she then told me that they were driving to their place, then I would take their car and drive myself home.

!!!!!!!

I don’t know what I could do without them!

As we were driving to their place, I checked my phone and saw that the tow truck drive had tried to call me and text me, but my phone made no noises. I completely forgot that my “do not disturb” setting had kicked in at 9.

I called the tow truck drive back. After explaining things a bit, he told me to text him the details, which I did.

Then I texted our garage to let them know why our truck was there, and what was wrong, knowing no one would see the text, or the truck, until this morning.

Once we got to my brother’s, they made sure I knew how to start this car – it doesn’t use a regular key – even though it’s almost identical to the one they’ve lent us before.

Which is currently in the shop, getting thousands of dollars of work done on it.

They even made sure my phone was linked with BlueTooth, which I would not have bothered to do at all.

It was around 11pm by then and full dark when I finally started home. It was just past midnight when I parked in our garage.

When I got into the house with the food and drinks, I could hear the girls rushing down the stairs to get to me, and I promptly got buried in hugs. They are in total disbelief about the truck breaking down, yet again! And thankful that I didn’t have to cancel my medical appointment!

My husband was unable to stay up and was already in bed, so we tucked his food away. I hadn’t eaten since before noon, and was getting pretty famished, so I ate and went straight to bed.

Of course, I had a hard time sleeping.

Still, I did get some sleep. Enough that I’m not really feeling very tired.

So I got up early and did the usual morning cat feeding, then did some transplanting.

My daughter and I will be heading out for my medical appointment fairly soon. I’m hoping we get home early enough that I can at least finish the weed trimming before the expected thunderstorms hit this evening.

Meanwhile, we wait until we hear from the garage (I’ll probably phone them first) and find out what they can do with Damocles and when.

*sigh*

This is getting so ridiculous. Like we need vehicle troubles on top of everything else!!!

The Re-Farmer

(ps: my apologies for any typos. I don’t have time to go over them again! I hope they aren’t too egregious!)

Our 2026 Garden: new growth and more transplants

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I’m going to catch up on the garden stuff before I write another post about yesterday’s bizarreness. I didn’t get home until well past midnight by the time it was all done!

Yesterday, some plans went out the window. I’d hoped to be able to get another bed ready to plant more short season corn, but I ended up focusing on watering, instead.

I was very happy to see this.

These are one grouping of summer squash. If I remember correctly, these are the Early Prolific Straightneck Squash. I’ll have to go through my photos to confirm, since I haven’t actually labelled anything yet.

Of the five varieties, all but one has a least one seedling growing.

I also saw that we have LOTS of the resown Daikon radish germinated, and even some of the Red Noodle beans were emerging already! The bush beans in the high raised bed and mostly come up and already have their true leaves, though a couple of them look like they got chomped. There is just a bit of stem above the seed leaves and that’s it. Which makes little sense, since the beds are protected by netting, so all the usual things that would eat them like that can’t get at them!

The last area I watered were the trees and bushes in our developing food forest. One of the mulberry trees now has lots of unfurled leaves, and I was happy to see that at least one of them survived. In looking at the other one, I thought it was dead, but there was a bit of green peaking at the base, partially covered by mulch. I cleared around and, sure enough, they were mulberry leaves! It has survived – barely!

I even found that one purple raspberry that survived last year has emerged. There is still a possibility we’ll have more of these, but it’ll take a few years!

To water the trees, I keep an old hose in the rain barrel that leaks. I connect the active hose to it to start filling the barrel while I use a watering can to water everything but the silver buffalo berry. I start off with the ones furthers from the barrel and, by the time I start watering the ones close to the barrel, it is usually almost full. I then unhook the hose and leave the barrel to slowly leak, giving the trees closest to it a deep watering in the process. As I was starting to water the closer trees and bushes, however, I noticed the water level was lower than usual. I lifted the hose end out of the water and saw the flow was very slow. There was almost no pressure.

So I unhooked the barrel hose (I love those quick connects!) and finished watering with what I could from the barrel, and messaged the girls to check the pump in the basement. As I took the active hose back to the main garden area, I turned on the nozzle and there was still very little pressure. Setting that hose where it belongs, I went to the front hose, and there was almost no pressure at all, and the tap for that hose is right next to the pump and pressure tank in the basement!

It turned out the girls were trying to do dishes, not realizing I was still watering. We were using water faster than the pump could refill the pressure tank.

We need to replace that pressure tank, but a tank the same size costs almost $500.

So that was in for the watering.

I had just gotten into the house when my mother phoned, and a couple of hours later, I headed out for what was supposed to be just a few hours, until our personal sword of Damocles fell. I’ll talk about that in my next post.

With brings me to what I managed to get done this morning. We’re supposed to get thunderstorms later today and tomorrow and rain for the next couple of days after that – though the forecast changes so often, who knows what will actually happen. The remaining tray of cucumbers, melons and winter squash that got decimated and resown had a few seedlings in it that I decided to transplant now.

The largest transplant was a Black Futsu. There was also one Gill’s Golden Pippin. From the melons, there were three Hale’s Best Jumbo, plus two little Tigger melons. The Hale’s Best were the only seedlings that survived the carnage we discovered when we moved the transplants out of the basement. Nothing else in the tray that were resown have germinated.

I might be buying winter squash transplants. We’ll see.

My husband had a lot of empty distilled water jugs for his CPAP dehumidifier set aside, so I grabbed seven of them and cut the tops and bottoms off to make more protective collars. I was able to loosen the netting and raise just the area I was working in, rather than the whole thing, which was nice. I started by loosening the soil, setting the collars in place, then giving the soil inside the collars a deep watering. While the water was left to be absorbed by the soil, I went and very carefully used a teaspoon to lift the seedlings out of their cells in the growing tray, as there was no way I could have lifted the cell tray to push them up from below, without disrupting all the other cells where things might still germinate.

I had set up the new protective collars in a line continuing from the luffa and gourds already there, just spacing them out a bit wider. Staring from near the luffa (still nothing germinating there), I transplanted the three Hale’s Best melon, then the one Gill’s Golden Pippin, the two Tigger melon, and finally the one Black Futsu. Then the netting got put back in place. It is very much needed! Even in the short time I had it up, there were cats checking things out in the bed, and I had to chase them away. Which I hated to do to cats we are urgently trying to socialize enough that we can get them spayed and neutered!

The transplants are protected now, by both netting and collars, and hopefully, they will survive.

I don’t expect I’ll be able to get much else done in the garden today, as I have my medical appointment this afternoon, and we’re also expected to hit 30C/86F, right around the time I’ll probably be returning home.

Using my brother’s car.

*sigh*

I’ll explain that in my next post…

The Re-Farmer

Our 2026 Garden: corn is in, and some clean up done

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Things stayed way too hot overnight. None of us got much sleep, even though the house is so much cooler. With today supposed to reach 31C/88F today, I headed outside shortly after 6am.

My plan to dig more beds for the corn quickly changed. We had high winds, I could hear thunder in the distance. So I quickly planted one package of corn, first.

We’ve grown the Yukon Chief variety before, and I was happy to see the seeds back in stock. They are only 55 days to maturity! I’ve got two packages, and planted one of them. Then I used the hoops and netting that I took off the garlic bed to protect the corn bed.

Ideally, these would have been planted in a large block, but that just wasn’t working out. If I can manage it, I plan to dig out three more beds like this one. I can then plant the second package next to this one. I have another short season variety of a white corn I’d like to plant as well. It is short season, but not as short as this one, so there won’t be an issue of cross pollinating, if I want to save seeds.

At this point, I have no idea if I’ll be able to get the other beds dug in time, though. We shall see. We’re just a week into June, so I’m not behind for a lot of things.

It’s starting to look like I’ll be looking for kohlrabi and cabbage transplants, though. It looks like the kohlrabi seedlings have all disappeared while still only at the seed leaf stage. In the cabbage bed, there are so many self seeded radishes popping up, I am having a hard time seeing which ones might be the cabbage, so I will wait a bit longer before deciding anything there.

After planting, protecting and watering the corn, I kept on watering, even though I was still hearing thunder. I got the main garden area watered when it started to rain, so I began heading inside.

It stopped raining, then started again, then stopped…

Checking the weather radar, I could see the system. Major thunderstorms and driving rain expected… all to the west of us. The system was going to miss us entirely. We just got a bit of splattering.

It gave me time for breakfast, as least.

Then I headed outside again, this time to dig out the push mower. My brother also got out their big zero turn mower and finished going the outer yard.

With the push mower, I finally managed to get the edges, areas the riding mower can’t go, and FINALLY, the paths between the garden beds in the main garden area. I didn’t do all the areas I would have done with the push mower, though, as it was getting way too hot. I took a break, then headed back out again, this time to use the weed trimmer.

My brother has three batteries for the weed trimmer. I went through all three of them before heading back inside!

Among the areas I mowed and weed trimmed was around the east yard garden beds – and the “found object” art display. I even stopped to clear it off of all the debris that had blown onto everything, then set it up again. The branch is something my daughter added because she liked the shape. Everything else there is things we found while doing clean up, most (not all) around the spruce grove, including the table itself.

It’s silly, but I like it.

I was able to use the trimmer around the east garden beds, including the square bed I still need to work on. The crab grass around it was so tall, the bed was almost completely hidden.

After doing the east garden beds, I trimmed the paths in the old kitchen garden and around the edges. I got that done, then started around the cat shelters when the third battery died.

At that point, we’d reached the high of the day for some time, and I was done for the day. As I write this, at almost 4:30pm, it’s still 31C/88F, and the humidex is at 33C/91F It’s not supposed to start cooling down for a couple more hours, and tonight’s overnight low is expected to be even warmer than last night.

*sigh*

Thankfully, tomorrow is no longer predicted to get as hot as today. Hopefully, that means I’ll be able to get more progress in the garden.

Meanwhile, as I look out my window while writing this, I can see the big maple branches being thrashed by the wind every now and then – and there are so many dried elm seeds blowing around, it’s like snow. I don’t have any of these elms outside my window. This is all being blown in from the trees on the other side of the house. The bloody things are starting to drift.

While sitting down to enjoy the lunch… er… supper my daughters made for me, I watched this video that I think you’ll enjoy as well.

I had no idea that squash leaves were edible!

My list would be slightly different, partly because of our very different climate. Partly because… why does everyone have kale on these lists? Blech. 😄😄

The Re-Farmer

Our 2026 Garden: reclaiming for corn beds started

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As I write this, it’s coming up on 4:30pm, and we’re at 29C/84F, with the humidex at 33C/91F – and we are just reaching our high for the day. Things are not supposed to start cooling down for another couple more hours.

We have a 1% chance of rain where we are now, but some areas to the south of us and into the US are expecting storms with high winds, heavy rain and potentially baseball sized or larger hail.

!!!

I’m still hoping to get outside and get more done, but my goodness, I just can’t handle the heat like I used to, anymore!

Which is why I was out by about 8am, when it was still relatively cool.

My main task of the day was to start working on where I plan to plant corn this year.

A few years back, this area had been a squash patch, but we had to cut back and lost control of some areas. Little by little, I’ve been working to reclaim areas, and this tarp covered area is one of them. I keep calling it a tarp, but I think it’s landscape fabric of some kind. It’s been sitting in this spot for several years now, moved only a short distance to plant where the asparagus and strawberries are now.

The first thing I had to do was remove the things that were keeping it from being blown away. Pieces of wood. The old kiddie pool we sometimes use as a planter. Bricks. Rocks. Lots of rocks. I’ve been tossing rocks onto there while weeding, and some were put into piles to hold corners down. I grabbed as much of the rocks as I could and loaded them into the wheelbarrow, and they have been set on a piece of sheet metal I use in the winter to cover the fire pit. The fire pit has enameled bricks around it – those bricks are everywhere. The problem is, the enamel gets incredibly slippery when wet, and quickly get buried. We will be removing the enameled bricks and replacing them with something else, as we are able. Around the fire pit, it will be rocks from the garden.

Once most of the rocks were removed, I lifted the edges and pulled the tarp over itself to push any remaining rocks and debris together, to make it easier to gather the rest of the rocks.

Which is when I found the ant hill.

Fair warning, if ants give you the heebie jeebies. The second picture in the slide show above is of the ant hill, and the third file is a brief video showing just how many there were, and how they got just everywhere! I uncovered more ant tunnels closer to the opposite corner, and I suspect those were part of the same colony of ants.

In the next file, you can see the whole area that had been covered for so long. It’s amazing how much still managed to grow under there! For the most part, though, any grass or weeds under that tarp has been killed by it.

Ideally, I would have taken the lawn mower or weed trimmer over the next area, but I just didn’t want to lose the time. What I did do was drag over logs, each about 4′ long each, that we used to make temporary frames on the low raised beds several years ago. Logs, a board, the kiddie pool, bricks and larger rocks were laid out or scattered over the tarp. Over time, it will flatten more, and I can stretch the edges out to reduce the slack, over time.

This newly uncovered area is now quite compacted, so it’ll need quite a bit of digging and loosening of soil before anything can be planted.

I started at one corner and immediately hit something, stopping my garden fork. I shifted, tried again, and hit it again. Then again. I finally manage to get under it.

That was one of the bigger rocks I found. Most were more of a size that can be used around the fire pit. As I worked, the rocks all got dumped into the wheelbarrow.

Worse than the rocks were the roots. They were flippin’ everywhere! I was able to pull up some longer ones, but only so far before they stopped dead, because I hit another root they’d gone under.

I had to get the loppers, which meant going into the old garden shed.

The raccoon mama and her babies are still there. The mama didn’t move, one of her babies was nursing, I could see one other that was just sort of leaning against a wall joist, I couldn’t see a third one, but the fourth was just looking at me curiously. No chittering warnings or acting nervous. They have learned I will leave them alone.

I grabbed the lopper as quickly as I could and left them be.

In the next photo, you can see several of the larger roots I tried pulling up before they hit something below ground and stopped.

Loosening the soil alone would not have taken long at all, but between the roots and the rocks, I ended up working at it for almost 3 hours. I got a roughly 4′ wide area loosened, cleaned up, de-rooted and most of the larger rocks removed (there are always more…), then leveled and smoothed out with a landscape rake. Then I brought straw over and set it around the edges, like a frame.

I have two types of corn I want to plant, so I plan to dig at least one more strip like this, with straw covering the paths in between. Someday, these areas might be reclaimed as raised beds, or be converted to a perennial beds.

After finishing up this bed, I watered all the garden beds deeply. The garlic was getting too tall for the netting, so I took that off. I can see some second sowing of spinach and chard where they were planted in between, but not many. I think it’s just been too hot for them. If they don’t take, I might plant some bush beans, instead.

Then I went inside for lunch. Which is when I heard a lawn mower.

My brother had brought out their zero turn mower and started mowing the outer yard.

After I had my lunch, I grabbed the wheel barrow and the landscape rake and headed to the side of the garage their zero turn mower is stored in. The cats have been using the lean-to’s on both sides of the garden as litter boxes over the winter. With the mower out, I was able to rake things up into the wheel barrow to dump out, then use the rake to level the floor, so they would have a nice clean spot to park their mower in.

While getting the wheel barrow I realized my SIL was now mowing – and she was mowing the inner yard! So I moved hoses and logs aside. She even went into the jungle of un-reclaimed main garden area. An area that is extremely rough and is what broke our own push mower. I had planned to very carefully use their push mower they’ve made available to us, with the mower set as high as it can go. I’ve used their little riding mower there before, but really didn’t want to risk damaging it again. That zero turn mower is way more robust and made light work of the mess!

After cleaning up in the garage and putting things away, I backed our truck up to the house to load it with our garbage bags – it’s been several weeks since we’ve gone to the dump, so there was a lot – then headed to the dump. By the time I got back, my SIL was almost done mowing both the inner and outer yards. Since I left the gate open while I was gone, she even mowed the sides of the driveway outside the gate.

I so, so appreciate that she did this! I still need to get the push mower and weed trimmer out, but I no longer have to worry about those huge areas.

It’s now past 5pm as I write this, and I have been seriously considering asking the girls to do the outside cat feeding and calling it a night. I’m falling asleep at my keyboard (which I am now thinking isn’t just being tired from the heat, but from the low iron levels I found out about just yesterday). I should at least try to get the push mower out in some areas, though. It’s not something that can be done in the mornings, because the grass is too wet and would jam the mower. Which means working at it in the evenings, when things would finally have a chance to dry – but we’re not really expected to cool down much overnight, and tomorrow is supposed to be even hotter, even before the humidex is taken into account.

The second corn bed is definitely going to wait until tomorrow morning. Digging through all those rocks and roots to prepare the bed is not something I want to be doing during the heat of the day!

Oh, dear. The weather group I’m on just sent a notification out. Some areas now have tornado warnings. Not our area, thankfully, but between potentially baseball sized hail or potential tornados, the south end of the province is not looking good right now!

The Re-Farmer

Our 2026 Garden: transplanting gourds and hollyhock, direct sowing luffa and sunflowers

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After waiting for the call from my doctor until well past the clinic closed, I headed outside to finish up.

The bi-color pear gourds transplanted, I wanted to sow the short season luffa next to them. I also wanted to mark where they were and protect any seedlings, but I was out of collars, so I grabbed more 4L water jugs and cut them to make more. The packet has only 9 seeds, so I cut 5 collars to plant them all in.

Along with the luffa seeds, I brought out the two types of sunflower seeds I have.

I wasn’t sure at first which of the sunflowers I would be planting, but I prepared the bed anyhow. First up, I loosened the soil and set in the collars for the luffa, giving each collar a deep watering. Then, while waiting for the water to be absorbed by the soil, I loosened the soil along the front of the bed, from end to end, then gave that a deep watering. By the time that was done, the water in the collars was absorbed enough and I planted the 9 seeds into the 5 collars. If the germination rate is high, I will probably thin by transplanting.

All the luffa and gourds fit into 1/3 of the bed (the posts for the chain link fence makes it easy to view distances). That leaves another 2/3s of the bed where I could plant climbing things. Potentially, melons, winter squash or cucumbers, depending on how things to with the second sowing in the tray. Currently there are a total of 5 melon seedlings and 2 winter squash, but zero cucumber. The cucumber can still be direct sowed, though, if necessary. Or I could plant one of the two new varieties of peas I have available to try. Or I could plant more pole beans.

After planting the luffa and giving them another watering, I hosed down the area I’d loosened along the front of the bed from end to end.

The sunflower seed packets both have about 50 seeds in them. After thinking about it, I decided to plant the Mammoth sunflower in half the bed, on the side with nothing else in it now. I figure if we plant climbing winter squash in there, the giant stems of the Mammoth sunflower could actually hold the weight. In the other half, I planted the Black Russian. The description says the stems of those are so strong, they can be dried and used as firewood! So those would be strong enough to support the luffa and bi-color pear gourds, too.

The recommended spacing for both was 12 inches, but I didn’t plant multiple seeds per spot, so I planted them more like 10 inches apart. I was eye balling it, so it’s not exact. Once those were planted, I watered them more to settle the soil around the seeds, and then I brought the netting down and secured it.

Next, I worked on the space for the black hollyhocks.

In the first picture, I’ve yanked out the tall crab grass and flowers. The flowers in this bed are ones my mother planted many, many years ago, and they are perennials. They also grow very tall. Right now, they are still a bit shorter than the crab grass.

The stones are over a cat grave. When I found a dead cat in one of the old dog houses, I buried it there, but could not dig a deep enough hole, due to rocks and roots. To prevent it from being dug up, I put a board over the grave, then weighed it down with rocks. That was several years ago, and we could removed the rocks and board by now, but I haven’t bothered.

After pulling up the greenery, I went over the area with a hand cultivator, digging up as many roots and rhizomes as I could get. Then I opened up the roll of hollyhocks to get an idea of how many transplants there were, before using a trowel to loosen the soil deeper in for the transplants. I started by planting the largest ones, closer to the rocks, and was just getting ready to plant the rest of them slightly in front when I heard my daughter.

The doctor had called. It was almost 7pm!!

So I dropped everything, hosed the dirt off my hands and went in.

My poor doctor. It was two hours past when the clinic closed, and when I mentioned I thought the call wasn’t going to happen because of that, she told me she still had two more calls to make before she could go home!

I got a quick run down on my lab results. Nothing showed up in the pap smear (the pelvic ultrasound is next week), everything was looking good except for one thing.

My iron. It’s low.

She wants me to start taking iron supplements.

My husband had the same recommendation, just a couple of days ago. We’re all low on iron.

I am pretty sure I know why, too. It’s been ages since we’ve been able to buy enough red meat for it to be anything but an occasional treat when I can get it at a really good sale price. We’ve mostly been eating pork and chicken. Any iron from vegetables isn’t really helpful, since it’s far less bioavailable.

It didn’t even occur to me to ask what type of iron she wanted me to take. I’ll talk to the pharmacist about it, the next time I’m there.

We went through my Xrays as well. Nothing showed up in my right shoulder. As for my knee, the OA has gotten quite a bit worse since the last time it was Xrayed. Likely due to that fall I had, before Christmas last year. I mentioned to her about going to the sports injury clinic, but they didn’t have the Xrays available to see yet, so I just got the injections, in both hips this time. I mentioned having the walker now, and the doctor at the sports injury clinic gave me a prescription for it, so I could claim it on our insurance.

Which is when she brought up about me getting new knees.

???

This was something that came up, quite awhile ago, but now that I’m using a walker, and with the Xrays showing how much worse my knee got, it turns out I could get a new set of knees, if I wanted to.

!!!

They’ve actually gotten a lot better lately – I haven’t even been using the topical painkiller at all, lately. So I said no, for now. I didn’t bring it up, but if there are any joints that I would want to have replaced, it would likely be my hips, first.

With that call done, I headed back outside and finished transplanting the lost of the hollyhocks, then gave them a deep watering. I’ll have to keep a closer eye on these, as the crab grass and those flowers will want to take over again a lot faster here, I think. Eventually, though, if they take, the hollyhock should get big and bushy enough that they’ll keep those from coming back as quickly.

At this point, anything that needed to be planted is planted. Next, I need to prepare the area where I’ll be planting the short season corn.

I might start that tomorrow morning. Early. It’s going to be a scorcher, so I want to get out there as early as possible. Then we need to do a dump run and, once the grass is dry enough, I want to get the push mower and weed trimmer out, and possibly the riding mower again, to get the areas I wasn’t able to do before the rains and storms came.

Meanwhile, my brother and his wife will be out for the weekend again, working on their caravan and whatever else they have on their list.

I’ll probably be in bed before they get here!

The Re-Farmer

Our 2026 Garden: last seed snail transplants are almost done

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After today, the only transplants I will have are whatever survives in the tray that got decimated by a mouse and re-sown. At this point, I have some melon seedlings, two different winter squash and that’s it.

The first thing I got transplanted was the chicory.

To the right, you can see some garlic that showed up in the bed on their own. When prepping the bed before transplanting the Florence Fennel you can see on the left, I transplanted the garlic to the side. No wonder I hadn’t found the cloves when prepping this part of the bed last fall. They were DEEP!!

I wasn’t sure how many chicory seedlings there were in the roll, so I just started sticking them in the ground in a vague grid spacing. There ended up being 20 of them.

I was going to return some of the leaf mulch in between, but the leaves kept moving around and start burying the seedlings. Instead, I cut narrow cardboard strips and secured them with ground staples.

Before I planted anything, I had to clean up the “presents” left by the cats, which meant I needed to cover this part of the bed, including the fennel, as I could see the cats have been digging in the leaf mulch there, too. I still had some rods and connectors from the first hoop kit I ordered, so I used those. For the netting, I didn’t really have anything left that was shorter. The netting covering the summer squash bed had a lot of excess tucked under one end, so I unrolled that, cut it off a couple of feet from the bed, then resecured the end. Then I untangled the piece I cut off and managed to lay it flat on the grass. It turned out to now be wider than it is long. That meant the salvage edges would be at the ends instead of the sides. I was also still able to fold it in half and not have too much slack once tightened over the hoops.

Where the bed turns, it is narrower than the end, so that area needed shorter hoops. and one end could be secured into the higher wattle weave wall on the inside of the turn. It took a while to get it all snug and secured, and I did have to push the hoop at the end, where it is wide enough I connected 4 rods together to make the hoop, deeper into the soil so it wasn’t quite as high.

That done, I stopped to change out of my grubbies and head out. I had a package to pick up at the mail, a prescription to drop off at the pharmacy, and then a couple of water bottles to refill at the grocery store. While I was at it, I got another 40 pound bag of kibbled at the general store the pharmacy is in, along with a couple of packages of smoked pork chops, then after getting the water I picked up a few more things, most on sale, and used some of my loyalty card points money to knock the cost down more. Once at home and the girls helped me unload and they put things away, I had a late lunch, set an alarm for myself, changed back into my grubbies and headed back outside.

This time, I finished the main garden area bed I was working on, yesterday.

There was just enough red beard bunching onion to fill the one side of the bed that remained to be planted into. It was convenient to be able to lift the bottom edge of the netting and use the ground staples to secure them at the top of the hoops. The hoops and netting will be removed when the beans get big enough for their trellis. For now, the bed needs to be protected from critters!

Last of all were the bi-color pear gourds, which went into the newly completed chain link fence bed.

There were way too many elm seeds that got through the netting. There’s going to be a LOT more very shortly. The seeds on the elms are starting to turn brown, which means they’ll be dropping in their millions, soon. The netting keeps some of ti out, but not wall.

The first thing to do was lift the netting up and secure it most of the way up the hoops. Then I got out the weed trimmer and cleared the grass in the path, and the other side of the chain link fence.

I think I’ve figure out where to plant the holly hocks, but didn’t get to them yet.

After the weed trimming was done, all I could do about the elm seeds was brush as much as I could off to one side. There was no way to get rid of them.

As for the gourds, there were only 5 of them, and they got transplanted into protective collars. I had to cut one new one.

By the time that was done, my alarm was going off and I needed to head inside. For now, I’m writing this while waiting for my telephone doctor’s appointment. Which is already more than half an hour “late”. It’s booked for the end of my doctor’s day of scheduled patients, but I was warned the call might be later, if things come up and appointments run late.

After the call, I’m hoping to get back outside. I have decided the holly hocks can go into the flower bed across from the chain link fence bed, where the original honeyberry bushes are. At the end near the vehicle gate is an old grave for a yard cat stranger I found, several years ago. Things have grown up very tall around it. I will clear the area around it of as much crab grass and the flowers my mother planted in this bed many years ago, and that’s where the holly hocks will go. I will also be direct sowing luffa and sunflowers in the bed with the bi-colour pear gourds, and then I can put the netting back down. Hopefully, while I’m waiting for the call from my doctor, no cats will go into there and start digging!!

The Re-Farmer

Our 2026 Garden: transplanting and direct sowing – we’re almost there!

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First, I just have to share an update, so you can laugh at me.

I’m certainly laughing at me. I am so silly.

I mentioned yesterday that I got a parking ticket, while waiting for my daughters at the hospital clinic. I’d been diligent about buying more time on the machine, as things dragged on WAY longer than we expected them to. I had some confusion between two receipts with times close to each other, but figured I was so tired, I somehow paid again, even though a session hadn’t expired yet. When I got the parking ticket and checked the times on my receipts, it showed I had paid and it had not expired at the time the ticket was written out.

This morning, when the parking company opened at Pacific Standard Time, I got onto a chat with an agent, which was the only way to contest a ticket. It wasn’t in their system yet, and they clearly were not in our province. The agent asked for some details on the ticket, and I gave the reference number on the receipt. In the end, I was given local contact information and a reference number to use for that.

One of the methods of contact was an email address. So I took a picture of the parking ticket and the receipt, next to each other, and emailed it in. I didn’t say much other than basically, “I got this ticket, here’s the receipt showing I was paid and time wasn’t expired yet”. I didn’t ask for anything. Just gave the information.

I got a response while I was working in the garden.

The first thing pointed out in the response…

The ticket and the receipt had two different dates on it.

I tucked the receipts into a pocket in my phone case, forgetting that I had a receipt from the last time I parked there, when we picked my daughter up from her hospital stay. The old receipt got mixed up with the new ones, and I never noticed.

The agent that responded had looked up my license plate and listed all the times I had paid for more parking, adding that it was obvious I had made the effort to keep paying for the parking.

My ticket was cancelled. Just this once, I was told.

Having made a very silly mistake, I would have been more than willing to pay the ticket once I realized it! How absolutely embarrassing. I was so focused on the time stamp for the expiration, I completely missed the equally large date right underneath.

I made sure to write back to own up to my mistake and thank them for cancelling the ticket. That was very kind of them!

Because of the time zone differences while waiting to be able to chat with an agent, I didn’t get out to the garden until quite late in the morning. Thankfully, today was not expected to get as hot, nor were we expecting more rain or storms. We’re not expecting more rain for almost a week, but in a couple of days, the heat is going to be back.

The first thing I wanted to do was get the last of the tomatoes into the ground. The one bed I’ve been working on is going to have quite a variety if things in it!!

These are the Chocolate Stripe tomatoes, and there were only 7 surviving transplants. I planted them in a block, protected by collars, like with the peppers and eggplant. These got support stake added instead of wire cages, which you can see in the second photo of the slide show above. After the picture was taken, I put a straw mulch around all the protective collars.

Then I got a seed snail of onions, choosing the roll with the smallest number of onions in it.

These turned out to be from our own saved seed. I moved aside the straw mulch on either side of the celery block and there was just enough to fit them in. After tucking the straw back, closer to the onions, they are barely visible! You can just see them in the second photo of the above slide show.

At this point, I had just a few feet at the north end of the bed to fill. I wasn’t sure how much I could fit in there, so I grabbed the snail rolls for more onions – Red Long of Tropea – the White Vienne kohlrabi I started indoors, the caraway and the French marigolds.

I took a picture of all the rolls together. Honestly, I did try to! Apparently, the touchscreen on my phone didn’t register my touch, because there’s no photo of them in my phone. This is not the first time this had happened!

I really don’t like touch screens. They don’t like to read my fingers.

In the first picture above, you can just see the snail rolls in the bin at the top corner.

I spaced out some lines to plant in, using a garden stake, then used the jet setting on the hose in each on to smooth is out and make sure the seedlings had plenty of water below them. In spite of all the rain we’ve had, and the soil being moist on top, it’s remarkably dry after the first couple of inches.

There were barely any surviving kohlrabi seedings, and they were pretty small. I ended up with six that I planted in two short rows closer to the tomatoes, alternating them with onions. Then I planted the caraway – those seedlings were very fine and delicate! – in between onions, managing to split them into nine rows of three caraway each. The last row got just the French double marigold. There were only 5 surviving seedlings in that row.

There were still onions left in the roll to transplant elsewhere.

In the second picture, you can basically see the onions, and not much else! I couldn’t put the straw mulch in between them, but I made sure to add it on the sides and end of the bed, where all the crab grass and creeping Charlie try to invade. Not to mention all the dandelions.

That bed is now done. Hopefully, things will survive! This bed now has two types of onions, celery, two types of peppers, eggplant, tomatoes, kohlrabi, caraway and marigolds in it.

Next, I wanted to sow the pole beans, which were to go in the bed with the white egg turnip and daikon radish.

I got the weed trimmer out and cleared the dandelions going to seed in the paths before I started!

In the first picture, I’ve unfastened the netting along the sides and pushed it up to the top of the hoops. After that, I removed the remaining leaf mulch between the rows – I filled the wheel barrow twice – then did the weeding and loosening of soil.

Which is when I discovered we had only one daikon radish.

The netting keeps the cats out, but not the bugs. I know there were quite a few seedlings popping up when I removed the greenhouse poly and put the netting on, and they’re all gone. Something ate them! The turnips show signs of insect damage, but there are still quite a few left.

In the second picture, the bed has been weeding and the soil loosened, including where the daikon radish had been planted. That dark line running the length of the bed is the shadow of the netting on the hoops.

While I was working on that, I set the red noodle beans to soak, which you can see in the next picture, and got my packet of daikon radish seeds to resow. This is the one thing my younger daughter requested, so I wanted to try again. They are only 55 days to maturity, so replanting should be fine.

I prepped rows with the plant stake and the hose again, as in the other bed. For the pole beans, though, I had a bit of a problem. This is a low raised bed, which means reaching into the middle, even though it’s just a couple of feet, is harder with my short little arms, and quite painful on the back.

So I cheated.

In the next picture, you can see the bean planting in progress. I have a length of Pex pipe that never got used as a hoop support, so it is still straight. I set the end where I wanted the seed to go and dropped a bean in from the top. Since they were wet from being soaked, they sometimes stuck to the inside of the pipe, but that was easily fixed with a short puff of air.

Once the bean seeds were in place, I used the plant stake I’d made the rows with to push the beans into the soil to the right depth, buried them slightly, then used the hose again, this time on the shower setting, to settle the soil over the beans.

I still had Red Long of Tropea onions left. Just enough to transplant all along the side with the white egg turnips. I have one roll of red beard bunching onions to transplant, and that should fit along the other side, but not today. It was coming up on 3pm by the this time, we were into the hottest part of the day, and I forgot to have lunch. So I put the netting back – the ground staples hold a lot better with the leaf mulch moved out! – and will transplant the last onions in there tomorrow.

What I have left for transplants are the holly hock, bunching onions, chicory, and bi-colour pear gourds. Plus there are seedlings popping up in the winter squash and melon tray I had to replant, though not very many yet.

I still haven’t decided on where to plant the holly hock. Those can get very large.

I’ve decided I will transplant the bi-colour pear gourds into the bed I just finished redoing at the chain link fence, along with direct sowing the short season luffa. I had thought to put winter squash in that bed, too, but I don’t know that we’ll have many of those. So I will plant my sunflowers in there. The netting over that bed is keeping some of the elm seeds out, but some are still getting through, so I will have to find something else to add to it before the elm seeds dry up and really start dropping. The potatoes are coming up, so I’ll soon be able to remove their protective cover of mosquito netting, which is big enough to cover the chain link fence bed. It was used there before but, in high winds, it acted like a sail and kept getting pulled loose from the ground staples. I don’t think the clips that came with the hoops I’m using to hold the current netting would be strong enough to hold the mosquito netting when high winds hit. Like the ground staples we’d tried to use before, the clips would just go flying! More thought is needed.

The chicory will go into the old kitchen garden, where there is still room in the wattle weave bed.

I have a bed in the main garden area that I planned to put winter squash and/or melons. I also expected to be able to interplant winter squash with the short season corn I plan to direct sow, after I move the black landscape cloth or whatever it is, and loosen the soil for planting them there.

I had meant to transplant the cucumbers in an available space in the trellis bed, but there is no sign of the second sowing starting to germinate. I might direct sow one variety of cucumbers in the chain link fence bed. There should be room after the gourds and luffa are planted. The other variety can be direct sown in the trellis bed, as originally planned.

That mouse that ate all the seeds and seedlings in that tray really set things back!

There is still much to be done, but at least the more time dependent things got done. I’m even already seeing little bush bean sprouts starting to elbow their way out of the soil in the high raised bed. I need to add trellis netting to the trellis bed supports pretty soon, too – the peas in that bed are growing fast! I think I’m even seeing carrot sprouts, though it’s really hard to say for sure.

So that is progress for today.

I am battling with myself.

I keep feeling like I should get back out there and do more – if not in the garden, then with the weed trimmer or push mower, or move things so I can use the riding mower… the list goes on – while the temperatures are decent. I’m also trying to heed the warning signs my body is giving me, to avoid overdoing it. My pain levels have been pretty low for the past while, and I’d like to keep it that way! Mostly, though, I’m battling fatigue. There’s been just too much going on, too much stress, both positive and negative, too often and too close together. In the past, with similar stress levels, I would push myself anyhow until one time I reached the point of literally collapsing from exhaustion. That was long ago and I was also sick with a cold at the same time but, with the old bod giving out on me more and more, I just can’t do that to myself anymore. I wasn’t even up to going into town in the afternoon, like I’d hoped to do.

So the work will continue tomorrow, as will the trip into town and to get the mail. I just have to time it so that I’m home for my telephone doctor’s appointment, to go over my lab results.

Dangit. I keep forgetting to call the sports injury clinic. They would have had my Xrays available weeks ago, by now, and I’d really like to see if there’s anything they can do about the joint damage in my right shoulder, elbow and knee.

Ah, well. Lately they’ve been improving. It’s my left shoulder that’s still giving me grief, and that one didn’t get Xrayed.

Being broken sucks.

Have I mentioned how much I love my walker?

The Re-Farmer

That was a lot longer than expected!

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This morning, my daughters and I headed into the city.

I am so glad we left more than 2 hours before the appontment!

Knowing there was construction on the highway I normally would have taken, we took a different route which, unlike my usual route, has an actual town along the way. We stopped at a gas station for some drinks and snacks for the road, since none of us had breakfast before leaving. My older daughter was planning to take us for lunch after her appointment.

There turned out to be construction on this highway, too, though not as much. Still, between that and other delays, we got to the hospital shortly before her appointment time.

Knowing this was just a follow up visit, we weren’t expecting things to take long. After dropping the girls off, I parked in one of the half hour parking spots near the doors. The girls went to the clinic the appointment was at while I paid for parking at the machine near the entrance, then stayed nearby, in case it took longer and I needed to pay for more time.

Which I did.

Then did again.

Then did again…

It ended up being about 2 hours before she was done. First was paperwork. Then waiting. Then a nurse came to get her ready, thinking she was there for something else, not just conversation about test results and discussing options. Then waiting. Then a nurse saw her. Then more waiting. Finally, the doctor made it in. She had simply been pulled away by emergencies in other parts of the hospital complex and couldn’t get there any earlier.

Once they were out, we got into the truck and my first stop on the way out was going to be getting gas (which my daughter paid for).

That’s when we saw the envelope under the windshield wiper.

As soon as I could, I found a place to pull over, and my older daughter quickly popped out to grab it before it blow away. My younger daughter took it while her sister buckled in, then ooked inside for me.

Sure enough, I got a ticket.

I asked the time on the ticket, and I was most definitely paid for during that time. I kept all the stubs. It may not matter, though, as they want people to actually leave after half an hour. If I’d had any idea of how long it would take, I would have, but we kept thinking, just a bit longer… just a bit longer…

So I’ll see if I can submit my payment slip and contest it. Otherwise, my daughter said she would pay for it.

We’ll be back in 3 months to follow up. Next time, I’ll just drop her off and leave the area. It’s almost impossible to find parking in the streets around the hospital, never mind just navigating the crumbling streets and one-way maze. I’ve already been warned not to bother trying any of the parkades with the truck, as I would have difficulty maneuvering around without hitting something.

As we were heading away from the hospital, we stopped at a gas station along our route and my daughter filled the tank for me. It was 1pm by then and none of us had eaten anything other than some beef jerky along the road (which my other daughter paid for, when the cashier pointed out the rather shocking price for this new, small company brand. It’s better than the big brands, though).

The gas station we stopped at happened to be very close to the international grocery store, so that’s where we went for lunch. With all the options, all three of us ended up getting steamed dim sum combo dumplings and canned bubble teas. It’s been a long time! Especially for my older daughter, as it’s been years since she’s been able to come into the city with me for our stock up shopping.

After a very enjoyable breakfast/lunch, we grabbed a cart and the girls did their shopping. It was mostly for the household in general, but they got things they like that I don’t normally know to pick up. I have no idea what the final bill was, as I left them to ring things through at the self-checkout.

By the time we were done, we were all pretty tired and glad to just head straight home. This time, I took our usual route out, even with construction, since we weren’t on any time line anymore.

I’m happy to say, the truck behaved. I still stress out over every wiggle of a gauge and every weird rattle or thump from the road. This is the third vehicle we’ve had that has had so many very strange or rare things go wrong with it.

We got gas in the city at $1.569 As we passed town and turned towards our little hamlet, we could see a station at $1.699 There isn’t usually that much of a difference between the city and town! They are usually the same.

Once at home, we brought the stuff in and the girls took take of putting everything away while I fed the outside cats and checked on the transplants in the portable greenhouse frame. Our set up to protect them seems to have worked, and there was no damage from the rain. I checked the garden beds, too. It does look like we lost a couple of Orange Current tomatoes, but they were smaller and looked to have been damaged by heat and sun, not the storm. Their collars would protect them from any severe winds.

We got home much later than expected, but still early enough. As I type this, I can hear another storm coming in. It may pass us by, but we will at least be getting more rain. We’re supposed to get hit by the system for a couple of hours followed by a couple of hours break before more rain hits. Once that’s done, that should be it. We are no longer getting thunderstorm warnings throughout the night.

Oh, that thunder is definitely coming closer. Might be a good idea to shut down the computer!

The Re-Farmer

Not-Costco stock up trip: This is what $334 looks like

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Okay, I did not have the stomach to do a Costco trip today so, instead, I went to the nearest Walmart. This was a bit of a test run on the truck, as I haven’t driven this far since I took the yard cats to the vet and started getting weird readings on my battery gauge.

Since I expected to have frozen and refrigerator items, I picked up gas, first. Costco gas prices are the one thing that had me second guessing going in, as they tend to be dramatically cheaper. While in town to visit my mother, I passed three gas stations. One was at $1.799, one at $1.719 and one at $1699/L for regular. In this small city, at the time I dropped the cats off at the vet, their prices were $1.559/L So I made a small side trip to a gas station nearest the Walmart that I knew of.

Their sign said $1.559/L, however they also had a rather alarming looking mannequin holding a sign saying 5¢ off/L, which means I was able to get gas at $1.509/L

Scary that this is now considered a “low” gas price.

From there, it was straight to the Walmart and a stock up shop. Not a full shop, since I wasn’t doing any flat cart shopping, but I will be in the area again early next week, to get my ultrasound at the hospital a short distance away.

This is what $334.16 in total looks like.

I ended up with two receipts, though, because I tucked my bread at the end so they weren’t on the belt, as I wanted the softested things run in last, only to forget them there. The cashier noticed them, though, and the customer behind me was a sweetheart and let them get rung in ahead of him.

The bread alone totaled $12.30 At Costco, I would have gotten wraps as well, but I completely forgot to look for any.

Here’s the rest of it.

From the top, there is a 10 pound bag of potatoes for less than a 5 pound bag costs locally. Some oat milk and coffee creamer for the girls. There’s couple of blocks of cheese; Old cheddar and mozzarella. I got an 8lb bag of Basmati rice; not the usual brand we get at Costco, so I hope my husband likes it.

I got two 18s of eggs instead of a flat of 30. Some frozen tater tots for my husband. I spotted dark roast coffee on sale and got that for my daughters. Peanut butter. Mayonnaise. A case of 24 chicken Mr. Noodles.

The Chunky soup has dropped in price quite a bit. Locally, those are in the $5 rants, so I picked up 6 cans, along with a couple of cans of baby clams to add to them. These are an uncommon treat for us, these days.

I also got packs of beef, vegetable and chicken bouillon cubes.

There’s toilet paper, tissues, a case of wet cat food and two bags of kibble. I got their last bag of 8kg Whiskas. They were sold out! I grabbed another brand in a 7kg bag as well. Hopefully, they were have more in stock by the time I’m back next week.

I got a couple of packages of popcorn and a bag of pearl couscous (a rare treat), and the only meat product; a package of breakfast sausages. I’ve been finding better meat prices locally.

For my husband, I grabbed a can of Gatorade mix, which seems to have gone over well when I got one last time. Then I got a total of 10 cans of Monster energy drinks for my daughters and I. At Costco, we get the big case, which has three flavours. I got 10 different flavours today. Their price per can is a lot cheaper than most places.

And that’s it. That’s what I got for stocking up today.

Whether this was better than driving all the way to a Costco, I’m not entirely sure. It’s definitely worth having a shorter drive to make sure the truck is behaving, at least!

The Re-Farmer