Window of Opportunity

Today was not a complete bust in the garden, although I thought it would be. All week I have been cleaning up and I created a pile of future compost for the city to cart away to the compost center. I let them take care of it since they have more space than I have and the equipment to get it smoking hot.



Anyways, today was the day I was going to bag it all up and what did it do? Rain of course. An all day rain. A cold rain. A wonderful rain, if only it had come in the middle of August when I really wanted it. It rains, it pours, but never when I really need it. Such is Mother Nature and Father Sky.



And windows of opportunity. Take them when you can. An hour ago it ceased raining, and yes I was out there filling nine bags of future black gold. So thank you Mother Nature and Father Sky for providing me with that opportunity.



This week I intend to can pickles, if my cucumbers haven't rotted yet. I took a canning class at the Cooperative Extension Center and figure I can do that! So I went out and bought a hot water bath canner, plus all the stuff to go with it. And if I don't drop dead of botulism when I open a can I will write how absolutely wonderful they taste! If only I had watched and helped my grandmother when she did it. The things I could have learned. That was a window of opportunity I missed and I know I am the poorer for it. Here she is, Florence (Finky) Stitt Donnelly, the hardest working person I ever knew, and I only knew her when she was retired!