I'd rather garden than think politics

Oh, I'm sooo tired. I'm on my third sickness in three months. The preschool ickies seem to be bypassing my child (who gets a drippy nose, but big deal) and landing on my head and on the head of my poor husband. A month and a half ago, my husband and Simon both had the flu. Ugh. Flushed with triumph from not getting it, I stopped taking that damn elderberry extract stuff. Five days later I had a tenacious inner ear infection. Took 10 days to get rid of it, too. Six days after I got rid of it, I got that cold that makes you just want to sit down and die. That lasted for about 6 days, with residuals for another 2 days. And five days later, whammo! Another cold. Ugh. It's been a week now and hopefully the cold will just go away. In the meantime, it's February and a mom's thoughts turn to GARDENING!!!! Have just put in umpteen yards of bender board in the side and back yards. I'm dealing with three gardens right now and trying not to think of the pool. The pool has sprouted (good term imho) yet another leak, and I haven't even had the energy to find some leak person to fix it. Of course they have to dig up the very ugly brick stuff around the pool, unfortunately marring the aesthetic continuity (snicker), but large holes really don't look good even in what I like to call "comfortable republican mishmash." So I suppose I'll have to landscape around the damn pool also. Guess I'll have to remove the back fence, stick in some rocks, plants, etc. Ugh. Sounds like a pain. At any rate, am I blithering? Of course I am. That's because I am emphatically not writing right now. I'm out in my garden, digging my heart out. Have to rototill the front because I've expanded the front yard and will be putting new grass in. Have to rototill the side because, after two years of trying to augment the nasty yucky clay problem I'm really seriously tempted to dig it out, truck it off somewhere, and just replace it -- but I'll try rototilling, first. Yuck. I'll come back soon. But it's February. The sun is shining, my flowering cherry is starting to bloom, the flowering pears are coming out, the new maple trees are sprouting lateral branches and their little budlets are swelling (!), the plum tree and the pluot have little fluffy flowers on them, and ... wheee! What a lovely time. Last year I planted a cherry, a plum, an apple, a pear, and I'm waiting to see what happens. I planted a pear tree two years ago, but last January a large tree fell over and took half of the peach with it, and then it got curly-leaf. Ugh. No peaches. This year, though, it's bounced back and you can't even tell. So we have a couple of peach trees, and so forth. It really seems to me that if you have the land and the room, fruit trees are a cosmic thing. I go out and talk with the plants every day. I'm all talked out. Nothing to say. Besides, what on earth am I going to do, comment on this nasty president of ours? Talk about how terrified I am that the young married (and old married) homosexuals of this country will taint me and cause me to ... oh, I dunno. Hold my newspaper the wrong way? I can't even start thinking about the proposed amendment to the constitution. If that doesn't shine a huge, bright, shining light upon Republican Entitlement and the sleazeballs that have taken over our country after stealing this past election, I don't know what will. And what's more, I'm 100% sure that there is absolutely no way in hell that these people will give up power now that they have it. They are too comfortable. They are too happy. They will lie, cheat, manufacture a new war or a new attack, ANYTHING to scare the American people enough to vote them in again. Ugh. I shudder to think about it. We'll just have to write off civil liberties, kiss the environment goodbye, and hide our heads from the rest of the world for four more years, I'm afraid. In the meantime, I'm writing the biggest check that I've ever written politically to whomever gets the Democratic nomination. Oh, and, have you checked out www.moveon.org? Them too. Back to the garden. My teeth are starting to grind.