I know it's complicated, frustrating and hard. Ladyhawk's 70-something yr old father is being put into a nursing home temporarily. He's in congestive heart failure, having had two previous heart attacks and he's also diabetic and they're having a hard time regulating his blood sugar. Tom's 82 yr old dad is just laying in bed and hospice comes twice a week.
My 93 yr old father with one leg is in better shape than both of them. His hoochie-mama wife basically abandoned him for her own life after she got her citizenship, just as I predicted she would, so he's alone much of the time, but he still manages between his wheelchair, walker and what he calls his "peg leg" to continue trying to garden on a limited basis. I think he had a recent mini-stroke, but it passed and he seems back to his sharp self again.
So sorry that you have this to go through, but how fortunate for her to have you to help her. Sadly, I saw many of the elderly women at my grandma's foster home with no family that gave a rat's you-know-what about them once they were filed away and the papers signed giving them power of attorney - and control of their checkbooks. Dad and I used to sit and talk with them, as they never had visitors of their own.
How sad. Especially since I know my family would have robbed her blind. I'm the only one in the family she could trust with her money. She pays everyone else's mortgage.
Quote: Wish that was so. They're still legally married. She just lives most of the time at her house when she isn't working and leaves him at his. She has a full time job. So, she's keeping her finger in the pie, so to speak. She'd better watch it, that finger may get cut off.
Since Mary asked about the gardens, I went out in the mist and took pictures of what we have coming along so far.
This is where we just started the Peaches & Cream corn today, so not much to see.
Crookneck and Zuccini in here. The box hasn't been planted yet, but should have tomatoes or peppers in it.
We put wire on the box because Rex's group thinks that was made as their own personal dustbathing tub.
This used to be the back part of the chicken pen so the dirt at the bottom is deep, dark and rich. There are potatoes on the right and cabbage planted directly in the ground. There are two patches of garlic along the side fence where you can't really see it.
The square planting box has rhubarb, the long one has tomatoes and the ones uphill are not yet planted.
Between the two boxes and the back of the chicken pens are three rows of Golden Cross bantam corn.
The used-to-be main garden that we gave up on except for one lone planting bed of tomatoes and the strawberry patch. Nothing else will grow well in the soil, probably because it gets too much shade and just has too much clay.
My flower bed. Daylilies in front, then the bearded irises, then in the back, gladiolus, which blooms later on.
Not sure why those last few days of incubation always seem endless - "I must have done something wrong, I don't hear any chirps!" always comes to mind. Of course I never hear them chirping until they start to hatch.
I would be considering planting a garden if we did not still have snow on the ground.
Not sure why those last few days of incubation always seem endless - "I must have done something wrong, I don't hear any chirps!" always comes to mind. Of course I never hear them chirping until they start to hatch.
I would be considering planting a garden if we did not still have snow on the ground.
I found two tiny fart eggs in a nest box today in the layer coop. At first I thought they were from a wild bird, but I cracked them and they are essentially yolkless although one had a tiny yolk.