July seems like a hard month. I've been thinking about Mark a lot - missing him very much. And trying to sit in those feelings to acknowledge them, then get up and move forward. And it seems really hard to do. So most of the time I feel like I am swimming in mud with my boots on.
In the interest of finding moments of peace to begin my day, I've started sitting out in the backyard each morning for about half an hour. I sip my coffee and listen to birds before the day heats up. Its quite pleasant. While I'm sitting there, I notice things that need to be done, but I only make mental notes. I give myself permission to just sit with my thoughts.
I've been having to water the fig tree as it looks like its making figs and we haven't had any rain lately. The sprinkler system gave up the ghost and I'm not spending any more money on that. So twice a week I stand out here and water all of the things in my small yard.
This poor fig has been frozen solid twice and endured a years long drought. But she keeps bouncing back. And so can I. I'm pretty sure the birds will get to the figs first...
Once the day gets going, its pretty hot out here, but sometimes I sit in the middle of the day and enjoy the breezes on the patio. The older I get, the more the heat seems harder to handle, but I'm trying to stay acclimated to it. I never did hang those tiny white lights - by nighttime I am over being out here. Maybe in the fall.
Something (powdery mildew? fungus?) is infecting my crepe myrtle, and I think the homemade spray is not going to cut it. Time to bring out the big guns. I bought a copper fungicide spray and doused it pretty good.
I'm going to treat it pretty aggressively since this tree is smack dab in the middle of the front landscaping. Meanwhile, I'm also out here every other day watering the shrubs to keep them alive. Summer in Texas = brutal.
I'm not a huge lover of watermelon, except in the summer. A bowl of it with a sprinkle of Tajin seasoning is a fun treat. HEB also has these Dream melons called "Sugar Rush" that are about the sweetest cantaloupe I have ever eaten. Almost better than ice cream! This was our July 4th dessert.
I moved my summer basket of sunscreen and bug spray to just inside of the backdoor to encourage me to spritz a bit of protection before doing yardwork or getting sun. That didn't keep me from getting pink shoulders one day this week when I forgot. Oops.
Gina