14 April 2016

a rusty garden ...

- a rusty garden -
One of the hallmarks of being a 'Careless Gardener' is a pile of rather expensive but rusty garden tools.  Every spring I find at least one of my favorite garden tools buried out in the garden or, even worse, sitting all alone in the bottom of a dirty bucket that sat all winter - collecting water.  

In my garden, a well-loved garden tool is a rusty tool.

While it may be wishful thinking I just felt that if I had somewhere to put all my gardening tools and gear away every fall that I could become an 'Organized Gardener' instead of a careless one.  So, with this in mind, I had a little garden shed built.

Hallelujah, now all my gardening junk has a nice dry home for the winter.

In my wildest dreams, I am uber organized and neatly put all my tools away at the end of each and every gardening day but in reality I know this will probably never happen.  At best,  I
hope that I can manage to get most, if not all, of my garden tools put away in the shed for the winter and not leave them buried somewhere in the garden.  

- time will tell -

Either way, I love my new garden shed, it's not big but it's all mine!  It's a mess right now because late last summer when it was finished being built I just threw everything in it for the winter.

Today, I will go and get it organized before I head out to the garden but before I do I want to share the DIY instructions for restoring your rusty tools.

Soak rusty tools in a weak vinegar solution. 
  1. Remove them from the solution and wipe down with paper towel to dry them, then clean the rust off with steel wool.
  2. Heavily rusted blades may need a second soaking after the first layer of rust comes off.

    'In the spring, at the end of the day,
     you should smell like dirt.'

    Margaret Atwood

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    08 April 2016

    my constant grief

    April 9th
    my day of constant grief
    it is, I have decided,  just luck
    it is not destiny, not a gift
    or divine intervention
    i was just lucky

    some are
    some aren't
    and like most things in life
    it just is what it is

    for some
    grief comes much too early
    and stains their life 
    forever a dingy white

    for me
    it came later in life
    but still,  i was not prepared
    and it was, what it was
    i could not change it

    death came - into my life
    cloaked in hushed voices
     lowlights & soft touches
    a last breath, 
     over a sea of grief

     there was no lifeboat,
    no anchor or mainstay
    and no chart 
    to see me safely through 

    'hold tight', i whispered
    as grief's savage waves & fury 
    tossed me about
    alone, lost in a sea of grief
    on the edge of time

    was it for a second, a minute,
    an eternity, i do not know
    but now,  a familiar state of emptiness
    our grief - has become my familiar
    and even as the harsh waves abate 
    and even as my grief finally settles
    it is still near
    It is always
    my constant companion

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