Supersaturated

This post will start with a brief science lesson. The title, supersaturated, means when too much solute is added to a solvent. Let’s say the solute is sugar and the solvent is water. When the water is saturated it has dissolved all the sugar it can hold, so if more is added it falls to the bottom of the container.

Now let’s apply this to your attention span. When you get bombarded with information, your brain gets overwhelmed by too much stimulus to process it all so it drops the overload from your attention.

If some of the stimuli evokes emotion, then even less stimuli can be processed. Let’s use the example of cooling the water before adding sugar, so less sugar will be dissolved and more will fall out of solution. I will stop there because this is about energy.

I am supersaturated right now. There has been and will be too much media drama for anyone to process. Do not feel badly that you are overwhelmed. I am sharing this because you need to limit what you are trying to process. If you let the media supersaturate your brain with the political drama, you may be too overwhelmed to attend to things that are personally important to you.

You may get caught up in the news blitz and realize later that your bills did not get paid and you forgot to take a shower or pick up your children from school. When this happens, it is time to install a filter.

My filter involves NOT reading any posts from unreliable sources and avoiding any articles that contain certain names and faces that light my head on fire and cause me to stop processing pertinent information. This may seem like “Turtle mode” but that is better than “Hail storm” mode which basically hurts everything BUT the source of the angst.

I am not saying bury your head in the sand. I am saying ONLY do things that matter and bring results, instead of reacting with spewing and venting. My family prefers me in “Turtle mode” because I am processing instead of spewing. I retreat and plan my strategy such as donating to the opposition and other worthy causes that will need my help more than ever.

I am sharing this with you because my circle of concern is huge and my circle of influence is small and I am feeling overwhelmed and a bit hopeless. I am familiar with this quagmire position, so I am passing along my learning from experience to younger folks who feel like the sky is falling for the first time.

Hang on. Keep your head down. Do what you can. Let the rest go for now. This is not being selfish, it is self-care. Do not be bullied into believing otherwise.

Some old people are as baffled as you are right now, but we have lived through hard times so we are focusing on our own little worlds for the time being.

I will spend the rest of the day out in my gardens. Let’s hope I don’t fall down!

FLOW

Posts in the works on ‘Shrub Queen Cindy’ and Schlumbergeras in a bag.

Too Much Protection

I coddle and smother my plants. I tend to over-correct problems out of guilt. An example of this is how I have tried to protect one of my camellias.
‘White by the Gate’ must be really tasty. My deer neighbors seem determined to eat its leaves and buds. They even bite the mesh to get to the leaves. Its shape has been deformed during overnight raids.

No backside because of deer munching.

Early last spring I haphazardly constructed a piecemeal enclosure made of all sorts of things(junk) I found around my shop and garden.

I had already removed the tacky top before this photo. I ripped off plastic mesh and pieces of hardware cloth after pulling out about a dozen plant support stakes and random sticks. It looked like an old KerPlunk game.

When the deer smashed this in to get to the leaves, I further fortified the structure with stakes and sticks. It was an ugly mess, but the shrub was safe…sort of.

Stakes and sticks of all sort removed from the Camellia cage.

I have not been able to walk steadily since April. I did not stray far from the house for fear of falling until three weeks ago. During these months of my absence, the Camellia grew. Twigs and leaves grew right through the plastic mesh protection. The new growth became tangled and deformed from being enclosed for its safety.

Deformed new growth. Is this the desired result?

I removed the old mess of enclosure yesterday. In the process I ripped off quite a bit of new growth. Is this really safety? It seemed more like restraint.

The new enclosure is taller, simpler, sturdier and bigger. There is enough room for the new growth without it having to poke through the fence and get nibbled on. It will probably need to be taller and sturdier.


The Camellia will be able to grow without being distorted and weakened by its protection. That restrictive fencing reminded me of the damaging effects of paternalism.

New buds in custody.

There is also the irony of saving the flower buds while hurting the mother plant.

Sigh.

FLOWER is back in her neglected garden.

Stunned

I am in my garden this morning. Watching my little friends Stubby the chipmunk and Pip the squirrel storing food for the winter.
A Cardinal sits above me chirping and swaying in the crepe myrtle.

The animals are unaware of what the humans have done.


I hope my garden can save me again.

Becca

Needing Some Purple

I needed some purple today. Whether you are in the U.S. or not,  I am sure you are aware that it is election day here. All American women should feel threatened.


Those of us who have been pregnant, given birth or had miscarriages know that it is risky business. It seems one party values the sperm more than the egg, its maker and hostess. Our survival is being threatened. I have a daughter, a son, and two nieces. I am in this battle for them and all my former students, male and female.


I have been losing sleep and my hair is falling out. My gut screams around despicable men. I am having trouble understanding how folks do not see what is so obvious to me. I will stop there.

I have been keeping busy doing manual labor as a distraction until results are in. One of my tasks for today was watering all of my plants. Watering over the winter must be limited but consistent. Maintenance is required on most tropical plants year round.

Imagine my joy when I opened the shop door and discovered my purple ginger in full bloom again. This has lifted my spirits so much.

Two elections ago I posted a blog “My Hope is Green.” I am reminded of that again today.

Purple Ginger

I am much more intune with nature than humans. When this is over, I will go back to being a plant geek until duty calls again.

A woman’s work is never done!

FLOW

Daddy’s Ladder

I have a shabby treasure that I value more than most of the things I own. It is this homemade little green stepladder made by my daddy out of an old screen door.

Best stepladder on Earth

I keep it in my carport and use it for everything. It holds my coffee in the morning. I sit on it sideways to cut weeds. I stand on it to guide vines on trellises or fix lights.
It is like my daddy; strong, sturdy and very useful. Dependable in any situation. Something that can be counted on over and over again.

Notice the hefty support system underneath.

Heavy metal brackets, rods and big screws. An elephant could stand on this!

I need my daddy right now. I am wearing his flannel shirt with some pins on the collar that I tease my sister with. I pretend they are valuable and I stole them from daddy’s dresser. We play games like that. We always have.

I need strong, sturdy and dependable right now. I need more than this old ladder, a flannel shirt and some fake pins.

I also know I have all that all ready…when I really think about it.


I am all those things. This is another gift from my daddy and mom.


I just keep this ladder around to remind me.

FLOWER/ Daddy’s Little Badass

Where did I get those clothes and bowling shoes?

Sanseveria Surprise

The reason I am surprised by this Sanseveria is because I have never studied them because I never wanted one.

Sanseverias blooming in October


Now I have about a dozen of three different kinds. They came in a gorgeous gift basket sent after a death in the family two years ago.


I have many succulents that bloom. I did not expect anything from this plant. Maybe my prejudice came from the nickname, Mother-in-laws tongue.

Double blooms

All sanseverias seemed inert and boring. I was wrong.
These plants thrive no matter how much I ignore them. I just repotted one that looked fine above the soil but was totally desiccated below.

So I guess I should apologize to all Sanseverias and mother-in-laws.

My bad.

FLOW

P.S. Still no internet. Pics from phone. Process slow and irritating.

Wild Fairies Rerun

Since I have no internet due to Helene and AT&T, I will be sharing a formerly posted Halloween blog involving the fairies, a pumpkin and some bad behavior.
I love being silly. Creating a fairy world is my escape from reality.



ENJOY AGAIN FOLLOWERS.

FLOW