We've had odd fluctuations with weather. Hot in the 80s then a cool night in the upper 30s. Yesterday, I finally felt like I had some energy, so I got outside to see how behind I am in everything. Tomatoes are still there, but they are near the end. I picked several. Many went right into my mouth & they were quite delicious.
Okra pods are so big they look like green bananas! That's what happens when you are sick for a week. The chickens enjoy them when they're that big. Quite hilarious when you see hens running around with the others after them...hey, gimme that big green stogie! They basically rip them open for the nice Okra pearls inside.
I finally got DH to help me dig a few holes & get some stuff planted here & there. I had great deals on some plants, 3 roses, some perennial flowers. It felt great being outside & the sun was shining, but it was not warm. Last week it figures, we had a warm week & I was too sick to do much. Now I get outside & I needed to go back in & get a turtleneck. That nip in the air does a number on my neck & back. It is amazing what a simple cotton turtleneck can do for arthritis.
I'm shocked how dry it is here. There is a burn ban on, too, so no burning, too dry, we are in drought conditions. The firepit is now loaded with yard debris but I cannot light it up yet. I'd have a small fire if there was no breeze, but it's been very breezy. Not worth the risk.
Last night we had our 1st frost! I am not ready for winter, but it's coming. The deciduous trees have suddenly turned colors, just in the past 48 hours.
I've been giving my poor Roo foot soaks. I don't know if his foot will fully recover, he may lose some toes, but I'm trying my best. He seems to feel better at least.
The ground is so dry, it would be the perfect time to use the dethatch tines & rip out my "weed lawn". I don't really have the energy, but I am thinking about it. I am scheduled to work every day, but if I can do some each day, with what daylight I get, I might make progress. The PITA will be stopping every 25 feet to clear the tines off as it rips this crap up. Then after all that, I'd still have to go back with my aching back & 5 gallon bucket to hand pick all the darn nutsedge pearls out of the dirt. Lord give me enough energy please. Yeah, I'd need to pace myself, which is something I never did, for decades. But if I don't, I will be in a world of hurtin. I'm no spring chicken anymore & my neck, lower back, hips & knees remind me daily. I cannot visit the chiropractor anymore, cannot afford it.
The darn battery on the mower is done. I need to get a new one. Got leaky, drippy plumbing all over this house, poorly built. Several things need fixing. It's always something.