Summer Days~

There's nothing like a hot steaming cup of coffee--garden-side.  This morning was beautiful.  It was pleasant, clear and had the makings for a warm summer day.  Hubby and I took our recently purchased Harris Ranch coffee cups to the garden to survey the growth.  We sat on the edge of the garden on the concrete entrance.  This garden is amazing.  Just like Superman who could leap tall buildings in a single bound....our garden can avoid multiple early morning freezings.  I hope you follow the correlation.

One of the rows of potatoes comes mid-thigh to a 49 year old woman (namely me).  Impressive.  Not me...the potatoes.  So we drank our coffee and talked about how fun it is to grow a garden that loves to grow.  And we decided to transplant a few of the very crowded cabbage and cauliflower plants.   So we did.  Hopefully they perk up because they didn't look very happy when I checked on them later in the afternoon.

Hubby had to work today.  I made a batch of apricot jam and an apricot pie for a family BBQ, transplanted a mother's day clematis and relocated an old ladder for it to climb on.  Quite a day.  Oh, I forgot.  I was leaving for that family BBQ and noticed that the renter's calves were out.  They were just barely outside their designated area...as if to say, "sure hope no one sees us outside our designated area".   Noticing they were out, I knew I couldn't leave.  So I attempted to return them to the field.  Our fox terrier instantly turned into a cow dog (which she's not) and tried to help me.  First pass.  Only one frisky critter returned to the field.  Brought the others around but they all scattered.  All four were out again.  Knowing full well that if they got on the main road I would be paniced, I closed both gates...all exits were sealed.   No one else was around so I knew that if they went in it would be with God's help.  So I prayed.  "Lord, how about some help here".  "Okay, put up that invisible gate Lord".  Sure enough three went in.  I headed off the fourth one and turned him back (that must be a cowboy term of some kind).  Lucy was still helping me and I know God was too.  Thanks! 

My memory returned to my childhood.  It seemed like the cows were always getting out.  Dad always wanted help getting them back in.  Boy oh boy, I didn't like moving, chasing or herding cows.  They were ornery suckers.  I recall being chased by a cow clear up the field.  I'm sure that it was the only time I ever ran faster than I really could.  So today when I successfully herded four spunky calves, I was feeling redeemed from those childhood experiences.  So glad I didn't grow up in L.A.