It’s Memorial Day.
I love Small Town America. I love that my little town has people who volunteer their time to commemorate national holidays. Without fail about a week before Memorial Day, Independence Day and Veteran’s Day, flags appear along a three mile stretch leading to the back gate of Camp Lejeune Marine Corp Base – all to honor those that serve/have served.
Living next to a military base has it’s challenges what with the shelling, guns blasting, helicopters flying… It can get quite noisy. And then there’s the convoys which seem to happen when you’re running late for an appointment. The slow moving traffic can cause a saint to swear.
It’s a small price to pay for the freedom we enjoy.
This year, my parents will be hosting a welcome home dinner for my brother in law – who recently returned from a 9 month deployment with the US Navy. We will be quite the crowd: My father, a US Navy Vet, my husband – USMC Vet, my brother – US Army Reserve, my brother in law – US Navy Reserve, my son – NC Army National Guard Reserve. (I’m sure you can imagine the smack talking during the Army/Navy game!)
My family has been fortunate. Our servicemen have all come home. We don’t take that lightly. So today, as we celebrate another safe homecoming, we will remember those who weren’t so lucky – those who made the ultimate sacrifice and we will pray for comfort and peace for their families and friends.
So far so good.
Container gardening has its advantages – like no weeding. I’m loving that! The plants are growing – actually looking better than I had hoped. If nothing else, I’ll have tomatoes!
When I was a kid, our family had a big garden. Each morning, my sister and I would accompany my mother to the garden where we would weed and water the plants. Each evening, my mother served a variety of fresh vegetables for dinner – greens, corn, beans, squash, tomatoes, etc. – the only thing different was the meat. We didn’t realize how lucky we were. Kids being kids, we would have given our right arm for a can of Chef Boyardee spaghetti and meatballs.
Trust me when I tell you that I hated early morning gardening. I was sure that as an adult, I’d never weed another hill of beans. Yet, here I am filling the watering can.
I don’t look at myself as a health freak but I have to admit pesticides, fertilizers and genetically engineered vegetables worry me. The fact that the companies which supply the foods we eat basically foot the bill for their oversight raises serious concerns. So when I can, I’ve started buying organic fruits and vegetables. Maybe I’m jumping at shadows but erring on the side of caution seems wise.
That leads me back to my little garden.
I know what isn’t being put on my plants…
And no chemicals makes me happy!
It’s been a month but I can finally say that I feel like the old me! Woohoo! Good health is something to be appreciated!
After being sick for so long, it’s been difficult to get back into the groove of things as far as my writing goes. I guess the universe, or my muse, or whatever decided I needed a push. Who would have thought it would come from Chinese carry-out? Seriously – when your fortune cookie starts offering writing advice, it’s time to stop making excuses!
Let the writing begin!
After being attacked by what may be one of the world’s nastiest bugs, I’m happy to report that I’m on the mend – AND – ever so grateful for good health!
I wish I could say that all of my down time wasn’t wasted – that I had used that time to write. But nothing could be further from the truth. My body hurt. My head hurt. All I wanted to do was sleep. And that’s pretty much what I did – from the couch to my bed. I didn’t realize one person could sleep so much…
Needless to say, when Saturday rolled around and the afternoon high topped out in the upper 60’s, I took advantage of feeling better. I started my first container garden. In the past, I’ve always planted the old fashioned way – tilling the soil, preparing the rows, etc. Containers were for city folk…
Or are they?
Having fresh vegetables is important to me – especially ones that haven’t been sprayed with boo-koos of pesticides.
Finding time to prepare the garden, work my job, and write… There just wasn’t enough time in the day.
So, I’ve decided to give this a try.
Not sure how this is going to turn out but hoping I’m working smarter (not harder)! Keep your fingers crossed – because I don’t necessarily have the greenest thumb.