Workout for the Knees

Today has been a productive, satisfying sort of day. I made 7 dozen cookies (some peanut butter, some chocolate chip), froze some, took some to a neighbour, and will give some to the grandkids tomorrow. I worked in the garden for a while, putting up strings and netting for future green beans. I cooked a chicken. I walked the dog and played ball with him at the park for a while until the heat drove us home. I did a little grocery shopping and vacuum-sealed some lentils and such for storage. I mowed the lawn, showered, and did three batches of laundry. I watched the news and listened to some Avi Kaplan.

Now I'm sitting and reading a lovely little book called Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times by Katherine May (the irony isn't lost on me) and sneaking some chocolate chip cookies, while watching the wild ducks that have returned to our swimming pool, as they do every spring.

I love this kind of day. Though when I tried to get up just now to get my husband's supper ready, I found my arthritic knees aren't cooperating. Might have been a bit too rough on them today!

Husband just returned from playing for a wedding and asked if I wanted to go to Home Depot to look at flooring for the church. Um...Maybe a rain cheque? I'm in my nightgown already, and the knees definitely wouldn't be happy with the hard floors of Home Depot.

Besides, I'm in the middle of a chapter...

Garlic Collapse

Every year, I always get a lovely crop of garlic, enough to last the year and to have extra to sell as well. But somehow this year it didn't turn out. Usually by this time, the garlic is six inches tall and thriving. This year there are a couple of wispy shoots and absolutely nothing else. Did squirrels eat it all? Did the bulbs rot in all the precipitation? Did I somehow just get dud bulb stock last fall? No idea. But it looks like we have to purchase it this year. Luckily, we have a farmer friend who grows garlic, so I don't have to rely on the golf-ball scentless garlic at the store. 

I guess you win some and you lose some, but I'm hoping this isn't a forecast of the garden to come!