For the last week I’ve been struggling with an impressive increase in pain in my spine and leg. This has made it hard to do all the things I need to do. I decided to take it easy in the kitchen but I have definitely been keeping busy.
Staying out of the kitchen so much means poor, agreeable Mr. Comfortable has been fed things I usually avoid religiously. We had boxed Mac and cheese twice in the last week. And it wasn’t even the “good” stuff. This was mac and cheese from the food bank and it has a shadowy provenance. But Mr. C announced that he’s happy with anything I feed him. What a great guy!
Although I was almost completely absent from the kitchen I have been keeping busy doing things around here. And I’m still working on things so I’m not letting feeling physically bad stop me. In fact, I’m pretty pleased that I’ve been consistently hauling myself out of bed to do things. Sure, I have to go back and rest too darned often but this is such a huge improvement over the days when I first was hurt that I’m tickled pink!
Tuesday I went out to plant the begonias and petunias my dear friend Eileen brought from the F.F.A. greenhouse for me. The begonias are such lovely plants and she brought both pink and yellow varieties. They look wonderful against some of the flowers and plants I already had.
The petunias were perfect for the west flower bed. The pinks and purples go so well there. I’m so pleased with the way they look by the Joe Pye and the Astilbe!
The Astilbes on both the west and east sides are blooming beautifully now that we’ve freed them from all the grass and weeds that were choking them. I still battle the fern I pulled out. The roots send up little ferns on what is almost a daily basis. It’s likely I’ll be yanking out ferns for years to come. If not for the roots of the Astilbe and Joe Pye I could just dig up every last root of the fern. Unfortunately those roots are intertwined with the roots of the plants I want to keep.
As I was planting what Eileen had already brought I thought I heard a car in the driveway. I can’t look behind myself. I have to turn around completely. But I was pretty sure I saw the tip of a silver car when I twisted as far as I could. It was Eileen bringing 4 more Persian Shields! These are such gorgeous plants and now I have a total of five of them! My flower gardens are just lovely because of Eileen’s generosity and the hard work put in with me by Mr. C and Pete!
After planting I was barely able to move. I actually had to rest before I could shower. And I hate showering when the pain is spiking. CRPS makes your brain interpret non-painful things like fabric, air, and water as extremely painful. Instead of luxuriating in a hot shower the water feels like lava, even if it’s fairly cool. And the lava pours down a leg that feels as if it’s been peeled of its skin. But I was able to shower after only an hour’s rest! And, once I was out of the shower it felt great to have accomplished the planting and the shower!
I thought I’d spend the rest of the day in bed but I really wanted to go into the village for the fireworks. For such a tiny, one-stop-light place we have a great fireworks show! But I knew neither Mr. C nor I would be up to fighting the traffic after the fireworks. It was highly likely that I’d have ended up in a fist fight with some other poor, frustrated villager.
Our fireworks draw people from three counties. Sometimes even further than those three. There’s a parade, kids’ activities, and so much going on that people make a point of showing up here. It’s great for the village but not great for getting home afterward. Luckily, Pete decided he would pick us up and Andi would drive their other car with the kids. That way everyone would fit and neither Mr. C nor I would have to deal with traffic.
We had a wonderful time and the fireworks, as always, were just wonderful! I tried my hand at getting photos of the fireworks and I’m actually pretty happy with them. I learned fireworks are not at all easy to photograph well but it was fun trying to catch them at the exact moment I wanted to. It didn’t always work out.
The very best thing about the 4th of July was when we finally arrived home. Pete had pulled up in one of the parking spots when he said excitedly, “Mom! Look by the mulberry tree!” It was Spooky! She’s one of our family of foxes and the only one who hadn’t fallen victim to the car.
She stood staring at the car instead of running immediately. I was able to get a good look at her in the headlights. A couple of days after Victoria and Caution were killed our next door neighbor saw Spooky. Rose told me that the poor little fox was looking really ragged. Her fur was dirty and standing up in all directions. But last night Spooky was clean and her fur was lying perfectly along her little body.
And she was being brave! Victoria wasn’t at all afraid of us as long as we were in the house or far enough away from her. Caution was a bit more timid but she seemed to take her cues from Victoria. Spooky, on the other hand, was afraid of her own shadow. The slightest noise would send her scurrying into the woods. She’d flee from the piles of food we supplied them with if a dog barked 1/4 mile away.
But last night she stood her ground until we opened the car doors. And even then she only ran into the tall grass at the edge of the field. I could see her eyes shining as she watched us. I knew she’d be back under the tree eating mulberries the minute we were in the house. I was over the moon with joy at the sight of her!
We hope Spooky decides to mate with one of the male foxes who live in the back field. There are a couple of very handsome young foxes there. And next year we may have a new family being raised by the baby of our beloved Victoria.
Of course my body is going to want to tell me to stay in bed for a few days. I’m not listening. I’ll go on keeping busy with the things I need to do. There’s work in the vegetable garden even though that garden is almost a loss this year. We still have work to do on the Duck Cabin including clearing the land for it. Although it’s very hot for baking I want to bake at least once this week.
And in less than two weeks our daughter is getting married! That’s going to ensure I’ll be keeping busy!