My Morning

phoenixwren (65)in #blog • 6 years ago

Volunteer Ash is growing by leaps and bounds! They might need a bigger pot this year. I've decided the balcony garden this year will hopefully be a balcony forest. I am tired and discouraged from so many years of A LOT of effort going into food production, and getting three tiny tomatoes and a teaspoon full of (supposedly Anaheim, but now I think they were serranos) chiles (last year). A bowlful of lettuce leaves and one cucumber (other years) or a handful of herbs and two tiny tomatoes (other years). I am not a farmer. I am a tree-hugging Druid. So this year I'm growing a forest.

Five apple seeds and the red maples.

The green maple is in the sculpture garden. I was afraid the "pot" might tip over the ledge of the balcony. It's the shade from a lamp that broke years ago that I repurposed as a plant pot.

The flower babies are doing well and about ready to be transplanted into bigger pots outside, I think. Mother's Day is this weekend, which is the traditional Colorado planting benchmark.

Steemit needs smellavision, because my compost smells WONDERFUL!

Finally washed my gardening gloves, the one pair have been dirty since the last litter walk. Now I'm ready for another.

And I started painting another rock. 💚

Now I need to shower and see if I have any energy for a trip to Target to see how much groceries I can get. I don't have food stamps anymore; not because I don't need them but because it was made plain they wanted to boot me off the rolls as it got harder and harder to re-apply. Last time it took three months of resubmitting the same form three times, a doctor's visit to confirm that yes, I haven't been magically healed, multiple phone calls, panic attacks, stamps and fax and Xerox fees, and I don't even remember what else. By the time I finally got an approval letter that wasn't immediately followed by a "nope, we lied, now we want... " (which also happened like four times), it was time to do it AGAIN about a month later, with weird new demands from the get go ("we need more information about your bank." What information? Am I to print out statements for you now, or just give you my password so you can log in to my account??). Anyway, tl;dr my mental health was more harmed than helped. I couldn't handle it anymore.

So now I'm just not really buying groceries and living off what I had in the cupboard and fridge already, except for a few staple items I've bought. Yay poverty. Oh well. This is why I was focusing on things to try and lessen my expenditure even a little (handkerchiefs and the solar panel), but I'm tapped out now.

So that's been my morning. Sorry for ending on a sour note. It's just frustrating.

That Red Fish your momma always warned you about