
Here are some views of the garden and one of the raised beds on a frosty February morning.
We had unseasonably warm and dry weather last weekend so I ran out to try to get some clean up done. I didn’t get too far before there was a Dad situation and I had to run over to the retirement home.
He’s fine! He’s 95 — which is the first thing he will tell you. “I’m old.”

If you haven’t yet had the pleasure of trying to navigate medicare, and all the related accounts and services, for your aging parent, or for yourself– count yourself blessed.
I had to set up something for Dad and now I’m trying to figure out if we paid this month and all evidence of the account I set up is gone. I keep getting sent to new dashboards that want me to create an account and are ominously run by giant investment companies. How did we get here?
I have not solved the problem and I don’t have any more brain juice to keep looking at it.

I think I say this every year but I am considering really cutting back on the garden this year. Just to make things easier on me in terms of watering and keeping up. We’ll see.
Today is giant football game. I don’t care but it’s a fun thing to do with Dad so we be eating pizza and watching the show.














