The Smells of Fall
Here and there are the smells of fall. Lush grass being mowed, a few fire rings getting rid of leaves and twigs and a new crop of shelled corn going by. It is hard to believe but the harvest of 2020 has begun.
My agenda today was more into the Saturday routine of washing bedding, Swiffering floors and making a casserole for supper. The pickings in the pantry are getting slim to none. We had stocked up on many items in late February when the covid was being warned against. We were determined to get to the back of those shelves as much as we could before restocking. By the afternoon the beautiful day beckoned me outside.
Dennis was one of those mowing lush grass today. It took Dennis a while to get going this morning. Yesterday was his first injection in his right eye for wet macular degeneration. Of course, there was a bit of tenderness until the eye has rid itself of all the washing materials prior to the injection. Every six months we are at the our eye doctors for a check in. Hard to believe what can develop in such a short time. The macula is located at the back of the eye. Unusual blood vessels can build around it, leaking fluid and a bit of blood that causes vision problems. For right now it will require an injection once a month. Time will tell. Dennis never batted an eye . . . literally. The specialist was in St. James yesterday from Mankato. She determined what needed to be done and offered Dennis an appointment in Mankato if he wanted to think things over and he said, “Nope, if you can do it right now, let’s get it done.” Needless to say, I was taken aback when he got home and shared what he had been through. Wham, bam, thank you doctor.
While Dennis mowed, I did empty our burning ring. I had cleaned out the stalks of spent blooms on the Hosta. A few branches here and there that can cause the rider mower some problems if not picked up. I must say the Hosta look good for this time of the year. We must have missed the season of slugs that usually chew holes in them until they look like lace. It was one of those things that I wasn’t going to put forth any effort into gardening, but the dang things came up and I didn’t have the heart to let them go up in weeds. By the way . . . it didn’t hurt me one bit to take care of them.
The Autumn Joy pink blooms are showing. The pollinators love them. If messing around those plants in the fall, be prepared as the bees have first dibs.
We are content for the weekend. It is a joy to end each day knowing and feeling that we have been blessed to have a home to take care of. Be it ever so humble . . . it’s ours and may it be our “forever home.”