Fall..or falling!

I discovered a new fact this morning..when you get older, you do not sprain your ankle when falling in an armadillo hole! I thought I might share this with any who are thinking of growing old or those like me who did not think about it at all..it just happened. Yes, you read it right..you do not sprain your ankle..I think you sprain every part of your body! Yesterday afternoon, I was picking persimmons at my uncle's house and not paying attention as to where I was putting my feet. Those beautiful orange globes were demanding that I look straight at them and not the ground. Under this particular tree there was quite a bit of tall grass that had lain over making a perfect carpet. This carpeting was hiding several large holes that were the perfect size for my foot. I reached for a beautiful persimmon near the top of the tree..ahh got it! I stepped back and down I went. I tumbled forward, hit my knee, rolled to the side and caught myself with my left hand. Through all of this, I can proudly say that I never dropped my prize! The soft ripe fruit remained intact in my right hand! All was good! Not so this morning, though. Ms. Put woke me at 5 Am with.."I need to go outside..NOW!" I hopped out of bed and..OWWW!..fell back over. Pain shot through the ankle..Oh my!..I gingerly stood again..Ok, that was better..if I took it real slow and easy the ankle did not hurt as bad. Step..OWW! The left knee let out a loud "POP"! Knees are not supposed to pop! I bent over to rub the knee..OWW!..the left shoulder let me know that it too was sore. My, oh, my! Ms. Put looked a mite miffed by this time and wandered into the laundry room to her litter box. I hobbled, stumbled and limped my way to the kitchen where the bushel of persimmons sat in the corner. It had to be my imagination but I thought I heard them snicker at me! I will show them..tomorrow they will become persimmon jam!

We are in the middle of another dry spell here on the Bayou so I had to take the hose to the flower gardens. Not much is left other than the Blackeyed Susans, Marigolds and Wild Ageratums . The purple of the Ageratums is one of my favorites of this time of year. I remember it growing wild on the fence rows in the cornfields when I was a kid. It never failed to thrill me to see this and the yellow "ditch" daisies blooming as they both were wonderful lures for the butterflies and hummingbirds. My dad would never allow weeds in any of his gardens, but now I just let these to grow where they will in my yard. I suppose that I am not a neat gardener since these..umm.."wildflowers" make their home right along side of any flowers that I might have seeded. Still, I like them..they make a statement in the flower beds..even if that statement is that I do not like weeding!