At any rate, my husband and I keep saying that it is so still, so quiet, with just two dogs. And Travis was not a rambunctious one. But he played with our other lab, and he greeted us in the morning, pestering for his breakfast. If we were bathing or showering he curled up on the bath mat so that you were forced to holler at him repeatedly to 'MOVE!' so you could step onto the floor without risk of breaking your neck. When a meal was being prepared he was always sitting by my side, patiently waiting for this messy cook to spill, to drop, or to purposefully toss something his way. (Peppers were his favorite, melon a close second.) This obvious lack of Travis will start to become less obvious any day now I am sure, but as of right now there are still lots of tears being shed. We miss our boy. He was a tether to our beginning, to the life my husband and I started together all those years ago. We were newlyweds when we found that bundle of joy in the pound. Now we are older, more tired, less energetic versions of the people we were back then. That version of our life is barely recognizable now, all you readers with children out there know what I am talking about. Anyway, now we fight the urge to run out and replace this void with another body. To bring the chaos and noise level back up to where it was just a few days ago. To replace some of the ache with new joy and love. Sigh. Go hug your pets!!
If you are still with me, thanks. Now on to the garden......
Br-r-r-r-r was it chilly last night. I forgot to bring my citrus tree in, and that was probably a very bad thing. We are eating lots of pea greens right now. That, and asparagus is about all that is mature enough to harvest. Oh, and I found some rogue claytonia growing in one bed, turns out a few of those seeds I sowed took hold in random spots last year after all. It was a joyful discovery I kept forgetting to share. (And peaking of asparagus I am having the urge to add more roots to my collection. But I really don't have the space. BUT, I could eat a couple of pounds a day myself for those few weeks it is in season, so I am scheming and sketching in my mind, trying to find a space and a way to get more of those spears into my belly. It is a disease isn't it? This need to be growing more and more, never satisfied with the plot at hand. Lol, at least I find comfort in knowing I am not alone.)
HAPPY GARDENING Y'ALL.