Bad things come in threes. Maybe good things do too.
First I hit my head on a lump of metal that closes our big sliding gate. I got a lump on my head. No big deal. Second I got covid. Sort of. My husband came down with Covid last Saturday, only he didn’t know it was covid until Monday. He was in a bad way: temperature, fatigue, a terrible cough and everything tasted bad. I got a tiny cold, nothing that slowed me down. Every day I kept expecting to get what he got, but all I got was a runny nose. I’m up to date with my vaccinations, he’s not.
Third. I had a fall. On Tuesday I slipped on the outside steps and fell. I landed on my back, on the steps. Bone on wood. There probably was a crack but I wouldn’t have heard it over my moaning and gasping for air.
3 unfortunate events in a 48 hour block.
I most likely broke a rib when I fell. I've broken a rib before and I’ve bruised a rib before. I knew there was no point seeing a Dr. I loaded up on painkillers and resigned myself to light duties.
By Friday I was feeling a lot better. I decided I’d only bruised my ribs and decided to get back into normal gardening duties: a bit of weeding, planting seedlings and digging a hole. Big bloody mistake that was. The digging. I ended up in the worst pain that even my painkillers couldn’t shake. I drove myself, one hand clutching my ribs, to the medical centre, where I waited nearly 3 hours to get a packet of codeine tablets. Life changing until they wear off.
It’s been a very slow gardening week. It’s rained a lot (which is why I slipped on the back steps).
Monday: I pottered around in the greenhouse and did the final design for a stamp. I also started getting the flower stand ready with the help of my husband.
Tuesday: I fell down the steps in the morning. In the afternoon I washed all the vases that I planned on using for my mobile flower shop - Marigold.
Wednesday: I nailed my flower boxes onto the flower stand. I painted an old medicine cabinet blue.
Thursday: I turned the medicine cabinet into a home for solitary bees and any other critters needing a home. I did this by collecting and cutting to size bamboo, sticks and hollow stems. There were lots of slaters already living in some of the bamboo. I hope solitary bees don’t mind flatting with slaters.
Friday: I did heaps of jobs (like lifting the heavy bee hotel onto the fence) and gardening until it became obvious that my ribs were actually broken and not bruised. Then I really set my recovery back by digging a hole.
There were 2 exciting deliveries this week.
I managed to track down some Lady’s Bedstraw plants from Kahikatea Farm. I’d been admiring this pretty flower on one of the Aesme Studio flower arranging videos. I am, as no doubt you’ve gathered, a big fan of having as many different flowers in my garden that I can cram in. As soon as I find one I like the look of I track it down.
I ordered 2 new raised beds for the back garden. Marigold, who used to be parked in the back garden, is getting relocated to an area by our letterbox in the front garden (once I’ve hired a skip and got rid of the piles and piles of green waste that live there at the moment). Until then she’s parked up on the road, which made it easy to hitch her to the car for backing practice down near the football fields (that was going really well until I fell down the stairs).
All of the time I’ve spent lying around has been a win in some areas (just not the garden). I finished reading ‘The Man In The High Castle’ (which I started months ago). I moved up the leaderboard in my Clash Royale Clan. I need 62 more trophies to beat my son and move into 7th place. And I ticked off one of the jobs on my list. It’s a list that has things on it like, make curtains, hire a skip, clean the windows. Marigold is now booked in for her WOF next week. Fingers crossed she passes the test without any problems.
Here are a couple of photos of a flower arrangement I made for Tik Tok. I spent more time trying to find the right music to accompany it then arranging the flowers. I could call this clever marketing or I could call it a big fat waste of time.
