Oh no! I think I am heading into my fall funk. I don’t want to garden anymore, or at least I am questioning the amount of time I put into my garden, and whether it is truly time well spent. I am thinking that next year I am only planting nasturtiums: a gigantic garden full because squash bugs hate them and brassica eating caterpillars don’t like them either.
I need to find a list of flowers that chickens don’t eat. I bought violas for the pots on my back porch because they are my favorites, but evidently they are my chickens’ favorites for dinner.
Some of the chickens are laying eggs in a random cat house in our backyard. I am reminded of the time our last flock was doing the same and Larkspur and I discovered eggs in one of the cats’ houses. She squealed with delight and said to me in all seriousness, “Maybe they’re cat eggs!”
But back to the garden: I think it would be fun to grow mostly flowers next year. I do. Nobody’s eating my marigolds. Nothing devours zinnias and calendula here. Maybe just flowers and Christmas pole lima beans (being shelled above) because they’re so pretty.
Off topic: We have a new used car after being essentially a one vehicle family for a very long time. It’s an eight year old gold Taurus, and my girls call it “The Beauty.” They really mean that too. They think it’s beautiful. I guess it’s a little fancy for me, because last night after my book club I couldn’t get it to start. At close to 11 p.m. I had to ask husbands of friends to get their jumper cables and pull a car over to jump The Beauty. But The Beauty wouldn’t start. She refused. This happened once last week too. We couldn’t figure out why our fancy car wasn’t working. Then last night, as these two men puzzled over why my car wouldn’t start I experienced a rare moment of clarity and sound thinking. I thought of the two keys to the car in my purse. One attached to a pink plastic thing, the other to a bleeper. I had used the bleeper to lock the car when I arrived at book club, but the other key to unlock when I tried to leave. I am not used to having a fancy bleeper. I reached in to my purse, pressed unlock on the bleeper, then put the key in the ignition and it started.
So, that was a little embarrassing. I don’t know if I can get used to all this fanciness.
I hope none of you are experiencing impending change of season funk. Fall is my favorite season, so it’s a mystery to me why I always feel a little weird as it arrives. I’ve learned not to dwell too much on it though, as these feelings are temporary.