We did the animal chores this morning. It has been cloudy and rainy. There was a break in the weather while I was finishing the tasks, and I noticed that the clouds were silhouetting the trees on the hill, and I thought it looked beautiful.
Then the clouds opened up more and revealed the trees on the top of the hill. Again I was mesmerized.
Then my attention turned to the garden. And I noticed our first tomato of the year. It is small and green, but I am still excited.
I did tend to the tomatoes. I sprayed copper sulphate (organic) on them to try to control blight. And I caged the falling over tomatoes in the hothouse. So far, so good!
Then my attention turned to the weeds. I tried burning some, which worked until the propane ran out. This had been my weeding plan for this year, but I hadn’t done it yet. We shall see if it worked. But without propane I went to the hoe, rake and my hands. I got quite a bit done.
I am proud of myself. I am performing physical tasks despite my fatigue, palpitations and shortness of breath. And I am making such progress overcoming my infirmities. I push myself to try to improve my health (muscle weakness, weight and stamina). It is a fine line as if I overdo it with my adrenal insufficiency, I can relapse. So I am so far riding that line well, and the garden is looking good, considering.
Tom cooked us a lovely ham dinner, and now we are watching Mick Fleetwood and Friends Celebrate the Music of Peter Green. It has been a good day.