Let's Talk about Gardens

Posted by Rosemary, Volunteer Mentor @rosemarya, Mar 31, 2020

Spring is on it's way and many of us are looking forward to some sunshine and warmer weather and being outdoors...and gardens!
Perhaps you look forward to digging in the fresh spring time soil as you prepare for a summer garden? Do you plant flowers? Do you plant vegetables?
Do you garden for enjoyment? Do you garden for health benefits? What do you want to share about your garden?

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@fiesty76

@jimhd, Jim what a loving tribute to your Barnabas love. The joy of a pet and the grief at their loss is so hard. When I've told others that I've held my pets as they were being mercifully sent for their final sleep, they say they can't imagine doing that. I am so glad you could because being together for that goodbye has been so meaningful for me and I hope it brought some comfort along with the tears that flow for you as well. If others could witness how quick and painless for the pet euthanasia is, I think more would be comforted in their loss.

Argh, I also know well the exasperation of the neighbor's Bermuda grass creep under the fence onto my garden that makes for a constant chore for me. If only my veggies would flourish as profusely! Smiles

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@fiesty76 @jimhd I'll trade [I think] crabgrass for the wild blackberries invading from the empty lot next door. The only thing positive about them is the fact they are helping to hold up the old fence ;)) The neighbor brush-hogged our property lines on two sides which border empty lots, so we have added repair/replace fence to the list. There are 10 empty lots, a long crazy legal story, next to us. The wild blackberries have taken over the marshy soil. Canes are almost as thick as my wrist! The urge to get starts and plant some veggies is getting stronger! I had no idea how much this was a big deal around here, everyone trading starts and crops!

@funcountess Thanks for the information. First I'll see if that cactus makes it onto the truck this weekend. We drive Interstate 5 usually because it is a straight shot.
Ginger

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@fiesty76

@jimhd, Jim what a loving tribute to your Barnabas love. The joy of a pet and the grief at their loss is so hard. When I've told others that I've held my pets as they were being mercifully sent for their final sleep, they say they can't imagine doing that. I am so glad you could because being together for that goodbye has been so meaningful for me and I hope it brought some comfort along with the tears that flow for you as well. If others could witness how quick and painless for the pet euthanasia is, I think more would be comforted in their loss.

Argh, I also know well the exasperation of the neighbor's Bermuda grass creep under the fence onto my garden that makes for a constant chore for me. If only my veggies would flourish as profusely! Smiles

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@fiesty76 Yes, you are so right about being there with your pet during the euthanasia. I can't imagine not being there. My small town on a highway receives a lot of dumped animals, I'm sad to say. Over the years, I've adopted many of them, and so have had occasion to lose many of them. It is always hard. Jim's story about Barnabas touched me deeply.

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@jimhd

@funcountess Are they hardy to -10? I have a collection indoors, but don't ask me their names. My cactus guide is out in the garage, and I won't get out there until tomorrow. My feet and back are hurting too much to take any non-essential steps.

This week I laid a path from the deck to the cellar, using 12" pavers. Today I trundled dirt with my wheelbarrow from the pile out at the northwest corner of our place to the new path. I needed to put quite a bit of dirt next to the path to make it level with the lawn. Several years ago I made the path, two pavers wide. Over time the shrub and a bunch of blue fescue clumps had grown and nearly covered the path. So I moved the pavers a bit and pruned the shrub (the name of which is buried somewhere in the back of my brain) and made the path three pavers wide. A lot of work down on my knees.

After moving dirt and some rocks to put next to the path, I weeded my Barnabas garden. Barnabas was my service dog for 7 years, and one night he had a stroke or some other brain event and couldn't walk. Having him put down the next morning was a really distressing job. At the vet's office they have a quiet room, and I sat next to him and cried for an hour. One of our neighbors came over with his bobcat and dug a big grave for Barnabas. I planted an orange wild rose, along with several other things, to mark his new home.

I put the Barnabas garden next to the fence, which may not have been the best place. Our neighbors have their field in pasture grass, with 2 or 3 cuttings a year, and their grass makes its way to our side of the fence, so it's an ongoing chore keeping the fence line clean. That accounts for 90% of the weeds in his garden.

Time for supper now.

Jim

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Jim, thank you for relating the story of Barnabas, and his garden. Your love for him was palpable and so touching. Our animals add so much to our lives, and losing them is so painful.

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@gingerw

@fiesty76 @jimhd I'll trade [I think] crabgrass for the wild blackberries invading from the empty lot next door. The only thing positive about them is the fact they are helping to hold up the old fence ;)) The neighbor brush-hogged our property lines on two sides which border empty lots, so we have added repair/replace fence to the list. There are 10 empty lots, a long crazy legal story, next to us. The wild blackberries have taken over the marshy soil. Canes are almost as thick as my wrist! The urge to get starts and plant some veggies is getting stronger! I had no idea how much this was a big deal around here, everyone trading starts and crops!

@funcountess Thanks for the information. First I'll see if that cactus makes it onto the truck this weekend. We drive Interstate 5 usually because it is a straight shot.
Ginger

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@gingerw I'm surprised to see you refer to it as Interstate 5, rather than "the 5", something that always cracked me up when we were in CA a lot visiting my stepson in S.F. and my son in L.A. One time we did "the 5" from stepson to son's, and that road is so boring.
JK

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Hi contentandwell,
Some people say interstate5 and others just say 5 freeway. I am used to saying Ventura freeway which is the 101
Along the Pacific Ocean coast in some parts. It’s what us natives get used to. Ginger is from California. Since she’s now out of state going down the 5 freeway is a faster route to take especially if heading East or south.
Personally I prefer the Ventura101 because it’s more picturesque.
Take care,
Funcountess

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@gingerw

@fiesty76 @jimhd I'll trade [I think] crabgrass for the wild blackberries invading from the empty lot next door. The only thing positive about them is the fact they are helping to hold up the old fence ;)) The neighbor brush-hogged our property lines on two sides which border empty lots, so we have added repair/replace fence to the list. There are 10 empty lots, a long crazy legal story, next to us. The wild blackberries have taken over the marshy soil. Canes are almost as thick as my wrist! The urge to get starts and plant some veggies is getting stronger! I had no idea how much this was a big deal around here, everyone trading starts and crops!

@funcountess Thanks for the information. First I'll see if that cactus makes it onto the truck this weekend. We drive Interstate 5 usually because it is a straight shot.
Ginger

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@fiesty @gingerw @zep @funcountess @zep and others who've responded.

Barnabas was a family pet the first couple years of his life - he was the runt of a litter on a ranch east of us, from unplanned breeding between an Ausie dad and a border collie mom, and people chose his litter mates, but no one wanted him and he was going to be put down the day after we found him - he loved everyone and the feeling was mutual. So he was one of our rescue dogs. He became my service dog after some training, much more than a pet. He was very well behaved. The relationship between a handler and his service animal is even closer than a pet. The evening Barnabas had the stroke I took him to an emergency vet that's open 24/7, then went back home and spent a sleepless night with him. In the morning I took him to our local vet and sat in the back seat with him, and held him while she injected the medication. I felt him finally relax, then stop breathing.

We lived for 14 years in Albany, Oregon, on the frontage road next to I 5. Over the course of those years, we saw a huge difference in the traffic flow. For a long time, we knew when it was 11 p.m.because the freeway emptied and it became quiet. But the last several years it changed. Traffic continued through the night. We got used to the noise. If we wanted to talk and be heard, we sat in the back yard.

And you probably noticed that I referred the freeway as I 5. Sometimes we called it Highway 5, but our young son called it our freeway.

Jim

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@jimhd

@fiesty @gingerw @zep @funcountess @zep and others who've responded.

Barnabas was a family pet the first couple years of his life - he was the runt of a litter on a ranch east of us, from unplanned breeding between an Ausie dad and a border collie mom, and people chose his litter mates, but no one wanted him and he was going to be put down the day after we found him - he loved everyone and the feeling was mutual. So he was one of our rescue dogs. He became my service dog after some training, much more than a pet. He was very well behaved. The relationship between a handler and his service animal is even closer than a pet. The evening Barnabas had the stroke I took him to an emergency vet that's open 24/7, then went back home and spent a sleepless night with him. In the morning I took him to our local vet and sat in the back seat with him, and held him while she injected the medication. I felt him finally relax, then stop breathing.

We lived for 14 years in Albany, Oregon, on the frontage road next to I 5. Over the course of those years, we saw a huge difference in the traffic flow. For a long time, we knew when it was 11 p.m.because the freeway emptied and it became quiet. But the last several years it changed. Traffic continued through the night. We got used to the noise. If we wanted to talk and be heard, we sat in the back yard.

And you probably noticed that I referred the freeway as I 5. Sometimes we called it Highway 5, but our young son called it our freeway.

Jim

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@jimhd I am so sorry you had to put Barnabas down . I had to with my dog also it was the hardest thing I had to do . After my husband died he was my buddy even more so It was hard especially that year I had just fractured my L2 from work . He had fallen of my bed and broke his hip also . Yoda was 15 . sob I,ll still get choked up

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@lioness

@jimhd I am so sorry you had to put Barnabas down . I had to with my dog also it was the hardest thing I had to do . After my husband died he was my buddy even more so It was hard especially that year I had just fractured my L2 from work . He had fallen of my bed and broke his hip also . Yoda was 15 . sob I,ll still get choked up

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@lioness and @jimhd I too still get tears when I think of our dear little Cavalier, Keller, and my daughter's dog Belly (short for Annabelle). I was there by Keller's side with my hand on him when they injected him, and Belly was in my daughter's lap. Poor little Belly was not able to have nearly as many days as she should have had, she had severe kidney problems. My daughter did get another rescue dog recently that she was fostering, but she has said there will never be another Belly. They were almost inseparable.
JK

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@contentandwell

@gingerw I'm surprised to see you refer to it as Interstate 5, rather than "the 5", something that always cracked me up when we were in CA a lot visiting my stepson in S.F. and my son in L.A. One time we did "the 5" from stepson to son's, and that road is so boring.
JK

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Well, so much for freeways/ highways. Why do t we just call all of them Congestion Alley

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I'd like to jump in here for a moment. Why are they called freeways, highways, I-#, etc.? They are not free, high, international, interstate or intrastate. I understand state highways, county roads, two-lane highways and gravel roads because they describe exactly what/where/how they are.

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