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Or “Are Fifty-something Women Meant for This?” I did work yesterday. I definitely did; and paid dearly in terms of body pain. I thought I was fine til I sat down for the evening. Oh My.
I don’t believe God meant for fifty something women to climb trees and saw out 4 inch diameter branches. I think that is what did me in.
Well, the apple trees are on the way to pruned …perfection would be alliterate but not accurate…. pruned improvement, there you go. Almost done.
The garden is really amazing the way it wakes up at this time of year. All of a sudden, so many things are blooming. I have one more tree hole ready ( that was also from yesterday’s toil), and the children helped me gather more stones for something I am doing at the driveway entrance. We moved some wet bales of hay in readiness to place the railroad ties as more permanent soil retainers. And I checked on the spruce tree that looks very worrisome to me. I must get the soggy soil off its roots and hopefully it is not too late. I am sure I will know by this summer. I am already planning replacement trees to be put in front of it. That is not exactly faith, is it? Nope, that is called foresight 😉
I have already gardened this morning while the kids did their math. I pruned some more in the apple trees and took out some minor branches from the ash trees in the back field. Just some annoying ones that bother me when I mow back there. They were cake compared to the apple venture. But now my apple trees look more like orchard trees, instead of hedgerows. Did you ever stop to think that when fruit trees are pruned for fruitfulness that they are made to weep? Tis true. Their shapes are bent in weeping form and all the sprouts that rise so straight and proud are made to bend or be taken away altogether.
On my apples anyway. The cherries are a bit different. They are simply opened up. And the peaches are massively cut back. You can’t let peaches get away from you…….
Such is the way of fruitfulness.
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When I went outside this morning it was after the rain of last night; the smell of the ground was so wonderful. It makes everything seem promising and feel so right. Sometimes I forget, in all the work and list of jobs, how healing a place a garden can be. But I remembered, today.
