The end of an Era (figuratively speaking)

Posted by Kitty Sharkey , Saturday, April 18, 2015 9:14 AM

Each one, quite literally a painful memory.  I have now retired six cam boots, keeping one in reserve as a prudent measure.  Each one represents a step in my journey to recovery.  I only wish I had kept all the associated casts as well.  But alas, I only saved two (not shown, but planted as well).

These now reside on top of the rain barrel I have in the garden.  As the summer progresses, the squash and corn that I've planted in the top of each one will burst forth and reward me with a bounty of delicious food.  They are deep enough to hold a substantial amount of soil, so I believe they will produce quite well.  And the viola's, one of my favorite edible flowers, are already blooming beautifully from the ankle area.  I find that quite appropriate and satisfying.
My crutches are positioned for cucumbers to climb up and I'm trying to figure out what to do with my walker.  Not my expensive one that I paid for, but rather the stainless steel metal folding one without wheels.  I'm thinking perhaps I could run wires back and forth on the open side and make it into a cage for bush beans or peas perhaps.  That's still TBD, but I'm sure I'll figure something out.

It's been a little over a year since I returned to work full time.  Although I still experience a substantial amount of nerve pain and cramping, I am thankful to my podiatrist for sticking with me and believing that I truly was in pain.  It took over two years before we decided to perform surgery and that fact was very frustrating at the time.  But looking back, I've let that frustration go in exchange for being able to function again.  I have big plans for this summer in the garden now that I can physically work outside again.

"No matter how bad it is, no matter how bad it gets, I will make it through."
     - Les Brown

The weather is perfect for planting and I'm teaching a container gardening class tomorrow for The Institute of Urban Homesteading.  So it's out in the garden for me to spiff up the odds and ends and prepare to share the joy of producing ones own food in small spaces.  

Enjoy your weekend!

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