Saturday we ran in the 5K on beautiful Foster roads, past sheep curious about the sudden surge of people. The runners ranged in fitness level and age (a girl, perhaps seven or eight easily outpaced me). All were out to have a good time. There was some comfort in seeing the emergency responders from the race’s organizer—the South Foster Volunteer Fire Department—scattered along the course.
Cherisse and I finished in better time than our two practice runs, but I had to walk a bit after the first mile because my heart was racing from the excitement (and faster pace). Still, it was a great accomplishment; I have run in three previous 5Ks—the extent of my competitive athletic experience—but the last was easily 15 years ago.
After the run, we hurried into Providence, making the farmers’ market five minutes before it closed, and purchased the few things we deemed essential for the week. However we didn’t get much else accomplished once we got home…the day’s excitement had exhausted us.
Sunday was cool and a bit cloudy. I tackled the vegetable garden, cleaning beds and planting strawberries—gardening books recommend planting in the spring, but my rotational system seems to work and is much easier. I was inspired by a fabulous book by Ruth Stout: Gardening Without Work: For the Aging, the Busy & the Indolent. It is out of print, and I would love to find a copy—a friend had lent it to me a few years ago. Ruth Stout (sister of Rex Stout, who wrote a childhood favorite, the Nero Wolfe series of detective stories) proposes a variety of no-fuss gardening methods that could be deemed lazy, but really are quite logical (and brilliant). What I really learned from the book, though, was that you don’t have to follow any rules, and that the worse thing to happen when you experiment is nothing grows and you start over.
The chickens kept me company, as I worked, checking out my progress to see if I’d turned up anything interesting for them. Cherisse meanwhile finished two new deep hives for the bees, and then we checked the bees to find they had low honey stores (which we suspected) and very low brood. Cherisse gave them sugar water, which we will supply as needed throughout the fall. Hopefully the bees will survive, and in the spring Cherisse and I will become much better beekeepers.
Another gorgeous weekend came to a close as we prepared a pot of chili, full of our own vegetables. Not bad.