Tearing My Hair and Whining

 

Arrgh!

The tech woes continue. My laptop wasn't charging and the power cord didn't work. I got a new cord and it worked...for a few days and then it didn't. We decided that the internal connection was the problem and John gave me one of his tablets.

Great,  I can be happy with that. I ordered a keyboard and a card reader so I could download pictures from my camera.

And despite spending a lot of time trying to make these accessory devices work---zilch, nada, niente!

I can take pictures with the tablet --- or with my phone and email them to myself for use on this blog. A stopgap solution.

I'll probably get another laptop if a miracle doesn't happen soon. But I can only futz about with tiny print instructions and frustrating electronics for a few hours before my brain bubbles and shuts down.

All of which is just to say that's why the pictures and format of the blog are not what I want them to be.

Back to the Garden Again with Pictures

It was time and past time to make a start on the box beds where I'm planting lettuce, spinach, and Oregon snow peas. After harvesting their tender young leaves and flower buds for a stir fry, I hoicked out last fall's collards which were finally going to seed. Then I took the weed eater to the masses of chickweed in the beds. Next I used a shovel to loosen the soil before, in my lazy woman style of gardening, I sat by the bed and used a hand hoe to fluff up and then smooth down the soil.

It's a very pleasant job, sitting there in the warm sun under the blue sky, with the hum of bees, all manner of birdsong, and the melodious wind chimes on our porch for accompaniment. Fragrant viburnum and the sharp sweet smell of plum blossoms provide a counterpoint to the lovely aroma of fresh-turned earth. And the first swallowtail butterflies are dancing above the lavender, pink, and white mats of creeping phlox (around here, we call it 'thrift.')

It's exactly where I want to be and what I want to be doing. Admittedly it's slow going; a winter spent in the comfy chair tapping away on a laptop is no preparation for wielding a weed eater and swinging a hoe. But at last, as the sun is beginning to near the western ridge, the seeds are tucked in place. I pick some of the early asparagus and start for the house, ready for some ibuprophen and a hot shower.