I confess that I don’t often wear garden gloves while weeding, which means my fingernails are a fright and I have to be leery of plants whose sap, once on your skin, has to be removed with turpentine. But garden gloves get smelly and have to be washed and hung on the line where often I forget about them for days. Then the sun comes out and I forget about them again and they shrink.
Sometimes I’ll get a thorn in one of my fingers and I vow to remove all roses from the garden.
Except perhaps the climbing roses. They have no thorns.
The fox squirrel hears the door open and springs into action.
“You don’t really think you’re getting out the door without giving me a peanut!”
As I sit in my chair by the window contemplating the mundane on a soggy day, so far away bombs are falling. Who knows what it will lead to. If we’re lucky, some bluster-fluster saber rattling although … it sure gets old. It sure gets old.
A few days ago a woman who’d just graduated from law school wore a hijab to a party honoring her and others at the Dean’s house. There she whipped out a portable bullhorn and proceeded to lecture the attendees on the genocide the university is supporting in Gaza. The Dean and his wife are Jewish, as she well knew. Horror upon horror, they asked her to leave. Horror upon horror, they touched her sacred hijab on the holiest of Muslim holidays when she refused to leave. Now, of course, she’s suing. It sure gets old.
Saying nothing in particular 
God waits for his temple to be built of love…Hell will freeze over first! 💜
I’ve never understood the “religious” people who believe in a vengeful God. Never.
I am a christian (small c) I dont like the way some people bandy religion about like a weapon!
I doubt there will ever be love and peace all over the world sadly there too many greedy biggots about.
More importantly as Dan says never get caught without a peanut!
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Never get caught without a peanut – the secret to life!
yes indeed and a problem that is solvable 💜💯
It does get old. Good luck avoiding the thorns, and never being caught without a peanut. As for the other stuff, I wish had an answer. I’m not sure there are any.
That one particular squirrel is too aggressive! And he/she is huge!
I was both saddened and angered by that story, too, JT. Many thorny issues these days but some things should be clear cut. Speaking of thorns, we have lots of them here: on bougainvillea, cacti, and a seemingly endless array of desert plants. Leather gloves and great care are the only choices for working with the bougainvillea. Around cacti, I use tongs to pull up weeds because even the tiniest thorn can hurt like fury and is extremely difficult to see and remove!!
I have begun to see the need for garden gloves! I just have to learn to be nicer to them! I can’t imagine having that young woman as a lawyer and so I think she’s done much more harm to her cause.
I completely agree!
Sad how people get so caught up in their own angst, it’s like they are using war to engage their anger with the world. Too many professional protestors, I say let the people who are doing the real work for those in war ravaged countries get on with it.
I tend to garden without gloves sometimes it’s nice to feel the dirt. No surprise that I don’t have pedicures.
She was obviously at least a second generation Palestinian and so has little idea what life is actually like for an impoverished Muslim woman in Gaza. I agree – feeling the dirt is oddly comforting but my skin is very thin and getting thinner so I’m trying to be good!
On some levels, humans get along with each other pretty well. But, not on enough levels. Not nearly enough.
I think that if we’re to survive, getting along and adapting to change is essential.
It is gets old. Thanks for this idea. Anita
So you gave him the peanuts? He’s so sweet 😍
Oh, he gets plenty of peanuts!
You said in a comment that you didn’t understand people who believe in a vengeful god. The vengeful god has always made more sense to me than a loving god. The Greek gods and all of their petty battles and jealousies, for example, explain a lot of the evils in the world. With a loving and powerful god, there’s the issue of why is this happening? Why would god allow earthquakes to kill thousands, etc.
The squirrels around here eat my plants, so I would never feed them a peanut. I call one of them George Bush, because he’s a jerk.
I do not believe that man was made in the image of some God. I believe that god is the life force within everything. I don’t believe death is the ending but merely a transition. Therefore, all of this murderous anger between people over what they think some God wants or has planned is illogical to me. Many of my neighbors are very anti-squirrel and I can understand why but my husband has been very ill and they bring him joy.
I seldom read comments, I feel they’re another conversation I don’t want to barge in. But I read your comment about your husband. I hope he is better, and if squirrels help, let them in… 🙏🏻
Thank you. Luckily he doesn’t want to let them into the house!
Haha! Good. Those guys are little scoundrels…
I’m sorry that your husband is not feeling well, and I agree with equinoxio21, I’m glad the squirrels bring him joy. More peanuts!
Sure does get old, “don’t” it?
Well, I imagine that young woman has committed career suicide, silly girl. I love your pictures.
I didn’t read about this news story, but I agree with you that it’s getting old. I like your photo of the gardening gloves, something I have but have never thought about photographing. That is something new!
My garden gloves looked so abused out there in the rain! Definitely am learning to love gloves but it sure has taken me a long time!
Hi Jan,
Yes, it does get old … as old as Goethe and Nietzsche and Gilgamesh and Ann Frank. As old as the beaches at Normandy and the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The death camps and the man-made epidemics and famines by the British and the Spanish and the Belgians. The nighttime rides of the KKK. The foul use of anything to push a hurtful or deadly political agenda. The assassinations of so many heroes. The little girl killed in the dry riverbed, the baby falling into the river, the decay of bodies at the bottom of a slash in the Earth. All of it gets so bloody old and with each day we get older and this will go on until the feeling of getting old just stops. Love. Duke
And to think when we were young we thought the senseless savagery would end during our lifetimes. What a joke.
Well said.
Sigh, it can’t get old, it’s already ancient.
Beautiful blooms and adorable squirrel to make me smile. I love your quote, Jan. Happy weekend!
Happy you have dirt and thorns, Jan! Yay! and a squirrel and your entire garden. You know you are a fortunate one!?
Get well soon to your husband!
Gets old…so old it’s ancient.
I’m sick of all the hate, and my way or the highway, too.
Man is the weakest link on the planet.
I’m going to the Museum ofModern Art tomorrow. I’ll be in suspended joy for a couple of hours.
Sending best wishes your way!
Resa
I am lucky to have a garden and I agree – a museum is an excellent place to escape to. Along with a library or garden shop.
Yes! Love going to the library. Hubs has taken over the garden shop. That’s cool. We need separate times.