Sunday, February 11, 2018

Renee’s Seeds

  Oh, joy of joys! I received Renee’s Seeds Media Kit in the mail! Why is it such a joy? Well, not only do they have the best seeds (yes, personal experience talking), but getting the kit means spring is close. Yes, sir, e-bob! It’s my first sure sign of spring.

But look at what she has for one of the new introductions this year!

  How delicious does that look? I mean, really?! Yum!

I can’t wait to try this in a container. And there are even more delicious varieties available. Renee’s as beautiful selections available. I mean purple asparagus? Delicious! And the other thing that makes Renee’s seeds an absolute wonderful buying choice? The reverse side of the seed packets. You can’t go wrong!

Fighting Back

I haven’t posted in quite a while. Unfortunately, my husband passed in 2014 and I spiraled into such a dark hole of grief that my immune system went to pretty much nothing and numerous underlying medical conditions had a chance to flourish. Including Fibromyalgia.

I’ve lost the ability to quilt. This is the hobby that hurts the most to have to give up for right now. I say ‘right now’ because I refuse to give up. I’ve had severe carpal tunnel for years that didn’t stop me. I’ve finally had the surgery for that. It turned out to be a mistake. I should have simply dealt with the pain as I have all these years. But I am determined to teach my hands to hold that needle and quilt again!

For now, the hobbies hold to cakes (which I’m loving!) and playing with the Instant Pot my children got together and bought me for my birthday. It’s pretty groovy! 😆 And growing things. Ahhhh, growing things! This makes me so, so, freaking happy! I got seeds in the mail from Renee’s! Yay! That means spring is just around the corner. Can’t you almost smell it?

Oh, and I forgot to mention, my Mrs. Cavendish’s Garden peacock quilt won a first place blue ribbon at the state fair in 2014. I should be ecstatic about it, and I would be, if my soulmate hadn’t been taken from me on opening day. When your heart is ripped to pieces, nothing seems important.