Today is the first day I have been able to get out and play in the dirt. It was a beautiful Easter, full of sunshine and birds singing. I discovered several weeks ago that my mushroom dirt left from last year is playing host to a huge crop of weeds. Had it not been for that, I would have been able to get more done. As it was, I took the top layer of dirt with the roots of the, as far as I could tell, inedible weeds. If they were edible (and they may be), I would have lots of wild greens to put in my smoothie.
Besides doing lots of other things, I hauled nine buckets full of mushroom dirt (complete with huge fat earthworms) to put into the upper box where the tomatoes were last year. I had been thinking I would need to treat the soil for blight but I was listening to the radio the other day and an expert said the cold weather would kill it. We certainly had enough cold weather so I took a chance and filled half the box and planted nine romaine plants (some of them had two in a section so there’s really probably a dozen), onions and arugula. The last is seed but it’s prolific and I’m sure it will sprout.
I had intended to plant my birthday present seed starting kit, too, but I’ve run out of time. That will have to come later. Not much later, though, or it will be too late.
Things were going pretty well until I tangled with Smokey, my neighbor cat. He will come over and meow and meow for food and stalk me. I told him to go tell his master he was hungry but he persisted. I had on my Curves sandals which have very thick soles. I’d pushed him out of the way several times but he’d get right back in front of me. I was carrying the bucket and a container for water and lost sight of him just long enough to step on some part of his anatomy—probably his foot. He screeched and wheeled around, getting my right big toe and the one next to it. I’m not sure whether he bit me or scratched me or both.
Working at the hospital, I’ve seen the results of cat scratches and bites. Not wanting to take a chance, I came in and washed my toe with peroxide. I didn’t realize then that the second toe was involved, too. The peroxide seemed to be flat so I got out something better—tea tree oil. I’ve cleaned them several times with that. I wish they had bled a lot but they haven’t. I don’t blame Smokey. He was doing what comes naturally to a cat. He has been leery about getting too close to me, though.
Well, I’ve had a busy day and I think I’ll reward myself with a bath.