|This orchid only flowers at significant moments, and now always in pairs-|
even though her leaves are in a terrible state, poor ol' girl.
The last fortnight or so has been a bit overwhelming. The introduction of solid foods in to Lara's diet seems to co-exist with a massive interruption to our sleep. Our little lady who used to sleep for a minimum of seven hours, and often nine had a few nights there where she woke up every two to three hours. I turned in to a zombie. Luckily we are slowly getting things back under control and night sleeps seem to be extending to five hour stints (knock on wood). This has brought on another correlation with my mood suddenly improving and the house being slightly less of a disaster zone than it was at the beginning of this week. Lets face it, I go out to my garden for therapy whilst other people mop their floors, which seriously need doing, and yet I'm now writing, go figure. I'm sharing this info for two reasons 1) as a note to myself that getting out in my garden is a treat at the moment and I shouldn't judge myself for not growing the food on our table (most dinners are packed with herbs from the garden anyway), and 2) since one of my friends who has recently had a baby asked me how everything happens so easily for me, and I realised that my choice to not share the challenging parts of my life, which I don't find entertaining and chose not to dwell on, paints an unrealistic picture. Cue crying baby...I shall return later.
I'm returning much, much later, I'm guessing eight hours later. So the realistic picture is that being a Mum is hard work, it is a constant juggle and you never really switch off. Most days are unbelievably good, but every now and then when you are right in the middle of something and your baby wakes up you think "why couldn't you have given me just ten more minutes?" And there is nothing wrong with thinking that, it doesn't make you a bad Mum, it makes you a person that is adjusting to a HUGE change. So please don't think that I'm looking at the world through rose coloured glasses, I just don't share the dull parts since I try not to dwell on them. We all have good and bad days, don't worry, you aren't alone.
So, to the garden update. To my delight all four bean seeds that I planted early last week sprouted. I thinned them out to the strongest two (since I planted them in pairs) and tried my luck at transplanting the weaker seedlings. So far, so good. The smallest of them all didn't do so well with the heat wave yesterday, but it may bounce back, I haven't given up on it yet. Oh, and I also noticed a pea vine that popped up the other day after the seed lay dormant for months and I'd completely given up on it. Such a good surprise.
|Bean seedlings emerging, now we cross our fingers for delicious, crispy veggies.|
I'm also super excited by my first eggplant. I have been getting in all sorts of funny positions in my veggie garden to try and see the eggplant forming inside the flower without disturbing it in fear of its fragility. I would have loved it if Mark busted me with my bum up in the air and my head twisted under the eggplant bush like some sort of swamp bird. I probably would have encouraged him to take a photo just so I could laugh at how ridiculous I must have looked. When the first glimpses of eggplant emerged I sang "I've got an eggplant, I've got an eggplant, I've got an eggplant, hey, hey, hey, hey" whilst doing a little jig next to the veggie garden. As I often say to Lara these days "I'm crazy, but I'm fun".
|My first eggplant ripening..lets hope the other flowers fruit soon.|