Garden Fuss

I'm currently looking at the last of the 2015 raspberries in the GardenFuss Garden. When the dog days of summer lift up a sultry hot foot to kick off what I call sweat, fatigue, and lethargy-gate. Partly due to my Myositis but equally rivaled by parenting, married life, and just being an adult. [ So much to do in such a short time ] Basically I go into a raspberry funk. Seriously, as soon as I have picked, washed, and packed up the first couple gallons I begin to get overwhelmed from just walking past the small, ruby, garden jewels. This is probably because I'm waiting not so patiently for a much needed family vacay. It doesn't help to have acquired a bad case of NOT asking for extra help in the garden when I need it. **cough cough** ::blushing::. But Alas I am not going down that road right now. Aren't we all a work in progress? 😊   Todays post is about not succumbing to the berry picking fatigue despite busy adult life. It's ...

 How could I even think about sleep this evening when I just completed picking yet another gallon sized bag of rasberries? I petitioned the kids (my own and the neighbors) for assistance this evening as I have spent the last week picking bag fulls every couple of days. I tried to get the hub to assist but he was essentially a no show. He only sat across from the berries and asked "How long will you be out here?" and after a few minutes disappeared back into the comfort of a 74 degree home. In his defense he always helps me with my ventures, and it has been really hot...., and I was out in the garden at the crack of dawn 6:45 or so. But still, two sets of hands make quick work and I was feeling the heat and humidity too even at that hour. Never the less tonight we managed to fill a large cup for the neighbor kids to nosh, and a bag for me to freeze for my mom later this year. Just think last week I finished the last of the strawberries (I think... ), and now it's the...