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A Garden Delivered

20 Tuesday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Garden, Life at Home, Mesta Park

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Everyday Life, Master Gardeners, Mesta Park, Oklahoma Gardening

Blog- Bruno Garden Born

A Garden Is Born, with droopy Black-eyed Susans

After days of hard labor, interspersed with times of waiting for the rain to stop, a new Mesta Park garden iis now born.  

Though the garden is still young, it shows promise of becoming a true beauty.   When I took this task on, I had a blank slate full of hopes and dreams and questions.  Big-time questions – like how best to kill the seeding Bermuda grass when our early cool weather created less than optimal conditions for use of a chemical solution. 

In the end, I decided to dig rather than wait with hope that chemicals might work.  I laid out 50 feet of sash cord to define my garden border, and with spade in hand; I begin to dig down past the roots and then slice horizontally to remove the soil, one shovel at a time.  Defining the border was the east part.  And the tenants of the duplex made sure I knew how much they loved the garden’s curvy lines.  

Then I began the hard work of digging.  The tenants, observing my progress from their perch on the porch, became carrier pigeons of progress from my hands to the ears of the duplex owner.  A week into my digging, the upstairs tenant shared the owner’s interest in whether I had planted anything yet.  She let me know she told him I was STILL digging.  The downstairs tenant wondered out loud whether I had expanded my project just a tad.  “Nope.”  I told him the garden bed was ‘on task’, shaping up just as I had hoped and intended.

Fifty hours of digging, hoeing, raking and many pounds of pre-emergent later, I began to plant.  But not at all what I had planned to use.  I look back at that initial list and just laugh.  This late in the season, I ended up buying the dregs and whatever was on sale that would complement and define the new garden bed’s shape.  With Lowes marking all shrubs and perennials down half-priced for two weeks, I got a nice selection of plants for around $100 – in colors and shapes that will look nice against the rust-colored brick of this eighty year old duplex – that once established, will be drought tolerant and easy for the duplex tenants to maintain. 

Ornamental grasses of all sizes, most with copper and tan colored plumes, will offer all-season interest:  Maidenhair Grass, Fountain Grass and Mondo grass.  Perennial bloomers of red and white and yellows graced from Autumn Sage, Coreopsis and Oriental Lilies.  Eight Firepower Nandina shrubs are already dressed with some beautiful fall color.  Thanks to Shroeder Wilson, the duplex inherited 5 yellow Day Lilies.  And my own garden passed along 10 Black-eyed Susan plants.   All of these, with the Lirope harvested from the Duplex’s own back yard, provided enough bones and room to grow for this garden’s first year of life.  Some space was left for colorful annuals — presently the host of rust and yellow colored Pansies and Snapdragons — that invite the eye up the sidewalk to the two front doors.

Blog_Bruno Garden Walkway

Welcome Home

As I look out my window to gaze upon this beauty in the making, I realize I did have a little fairy dust after all.  It looked a lot like my husband, who was around for all the heavy lifting, as he worked by my side to install the steel edging to help keep the Bermuda out and unload 40 cubic feet of bark mulch.  What else can I say?  Except thank heavens for caring husbands who help make their wife’s big gardening dreams come true; and for duplex owners who aren’t afraid to say ‘yes’ to something that seems too good to be true.

Just Delivered

It's a Garden!

 

 

The Max Report

19 Monday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home

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Good news.  After the latest rounds of tests, our vet is pleased with Max’s progress.  Max’s key sodium number is FINALLY  in the ‘normal’ range, which means the hormone replacement therapy is doing its job.  Now we just have to get Max’s intestinal tract to calm down — and for this, Doctor Vet has given us three new meds.    

Dr. Vet told us that Max was so glad to see him today, that Max jumped right up into his  lap.  It’s good to see Max in such caring hands.  And good to know Max feels exactly the same.

But for now, we wait.  We wait to see whether a whole lot more pill popping will continue to work a miracle on Max.  And then this Friday, at Max’s next appointment, we’ll see what tests reveal.    

So while not yet good as new, and while still too light on his paws, Max does have more spring in his step.  And my husband is ready to take Max for a short walk around the park.  And me — I’m thinking tomorrow will do.

It was October 18th

18 Sunday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home

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Death, Everyday Life, Parents

Our beautiful crystal clear day is almost over.  What was the weather like two years ago?  I don’t remember.  Yet I recall that it was fall break and that I was watching the ‘grands’ that Thursday, as my daughters and the rest of Kara’s bridal party were off to have some fun in Las Vegas.  

And the recollection and writing down of these few words have served to resurrect within my own mind the nature of our weather that day;  it was colder than today’s.  But still pretty enough for the kids to play outside.  I recall Karson didn’t want to wear her sweater and she and I had a verbal tug-of-war over it, before she finally gave up and put it on.  It was probably other grandchildren-tug-of-wars that caused me to miss Mom’s call that day.  It was lunch time and I never heard the phone ring.  When I found her message later, I gave a quick call back to see what she wanted.  But our conversation was short and to the point.  She was busy and so was I.  And we knew we’d see each other the next day for supper.  

Mom sounded good;  she was having fun working in Christi’s shop.  Christi had wanted to close the shop so she and Jane could take a day for play.  But Mom wanted to work; the shop gave Mom a good excuse to get out of the house for the day and an opportunity to  visit with customers.

But the fun came to screeching halt four hours later, when Christi called to tell me that SOMETHING had happened to Mom; and that she and Jane were on their way back home.  We later learned that Mom had suffered a severe brain hemorrhage, sometime between noon and 3:30 pm.  The grands were playing with a couple of neighborhood children outside at the time.  And their other Nana wasn’t scheduled to relieve me until around five o’clock.

Until relief came, I was trapped and unable to rush to Shawnee Medical Center.  But as it turned out, Mom ended up being in such a bad state that she was soon headed my way, transported to Oklahoma City by ambulance to be worked on by the ‘big city’ experts.  When Jane gave me the update, she tried to prepare me:  “Jan, it isn’t good.”

My sister said those same words.  But always the eternal optimist, I found myself telling Christi it would be all right.  Maybe that’s when she got more specific with me.  My journal entry that day records our conversation:

“It’s not good”, Christi says.
“There must be hope, otherwise, they wouldn’t send her. Right?”
“No.”  “It will be days.” 
“DAYS?  Who told you that?”
“The doctors.”

I didn’t care what this doctor thought, or what other ‘grim reaper’ physicians thought, who ended up darkening Mom’s ICU doorway in the days to come.  I endevored to hang onto my hope up until the last week of Mom’s life.  On the opposite side of the track, my sister was afraid to hope, especially given the ER doctor’s prognosis.  Together, we made a great team, helping each other to see the light and dark moments of reality, with the support of so many others.  Mom ended up living seven weeks, though I never heard Mom talk again after those few words she spoke in the Oklahoma City ER, before Mom underwent emergency surgery to relieve pressure from her brain.

In the ER that night, Mom was surrounded by three generations of women — two sisters, two daughters, a daughter-in-law and two young granddaughters.  Trying to decide whether or not to operate, the brain surgeon came in to check on Mom in 45 minute intervals.  The surgeon would pose the same menu of questions, which Mom struggled to answer. 

“Can you tell me your name?”
“Carol Pappas”
Can you tell me where you are?
“Hospital.”
“Can you tell me what today’s date is?”
“——————————–“
“Can you tell me what today’s date is?”
“——————————-“
“Can you tell me what today’s date is?”
“——————————“

I’ll never forget the answer to that question that Mom didn’t know.  It was October 18th.

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