It was warm today with the temps reaching close to 20. Therefore, I decided to work outside in my gardens. I pruned a bit on the apple trees in the back garden. I had intended to plough the back veggie garden, but had some trouble starting the tractor. I suspect I need to clean the spark plugs and perhaps remove the carburetor and clean it as well. The forecast calls for rain Tuesday evening, so I hope I can get it done in the morning before it rains again After working on the tractor a bit without it starting, it did sputter a few times and ran for a few seconds, but the carburetor was clearly flooding; an indication the float is sticking, I turned my attention to getting my Asian lilies back in the front garden. If one was following my blogs last year, you may recall my problems with voles. The nasty horrid little creatures were eating my beautiful Asian lilies. I removed them from the garden and placed them in some pots until I could take care of them. Time has a way of slipping by one, and today I decided I had wasted enough time. I dug two large holes and placed a large black nursery pot, the kind you might buy a tree in, into the holes. To help keep out the voles, I placed heavy plastic screening on the holes in the pots and using a pitchfork, I jabbed many small holes in the sides for proper drainage. I filled the pots with good soil and then planted the lily bulbs. I left about two inches of the pots above the ground as a barrier to the voles.
As I worked outside in the gardens, I thought about my experience with boyfriends. What prompted this line of thought was a conversation I had with my sister Sunday evening. I visited her for a bit and we talked as she prepared dinner. As will often happen, the subject of boyfriends came up. Now sister #1 (the one I was visiting) is married, but sister #2 and sister #4 are dating, and I am in a flux state concerning boyfriends; why I have no idea, I think it is "the grass is greener on the other side" type thing. My sister remarked that you can tell how much a man is interested in you by the things he is willing to do for you. I think there is a lot of truth to that viewpoint. Sister #1's husband helped my sister put on a new roof on her house while they were dating. I know because I helped and he had not long been dating my sister. Sister #2's new boyfriend help her to secure her yard swing so it would not blow over in high winds, a problem she had last year. He came and planted posts in concrete in holes he dug. My sister merely assisted. Sister #4's boyfriend helped my sister to install an irrigation system in her back garden.
So, what about Kimberly, what help has she received from any past boyfriends? The answer is none. Now it isn't from trying. I once asked for help in moving some bushes because I don't really have the strength to do a lot of digging and once the bush is dug up, it has to be moved. A fair size bush with a fair size root ball is heavy! The last time I moved such a bush, I almost killed myself. I thought boyfriends cared about their girlfriends and would be more than willing to help. I was wrong! I have a lot of work to do in the garden this spring that would be so much easier if a big strong man was to help me. However, I know from past experience not to ask in the first place. Why don't I get help? Perhaps it is my birth defect that is the answer. I do know that most men don't view me in the same way as they would if I was born without my birth defect. Most of the propositions I have received on the net would get a man slapped if asked of any other woman. I had one man to tell me that he is madly in love with me and he wants to visit me and make passionate love to me. Yet, he knows that I am driving a car with wheel bearings that could seize up and cause a fatal crash. His love for me does not seem to be deep enough that he worries about a dangerous vehicle killing me. If he was to tell me that he was on his way to take my car to the garage for repairs, it would mean more to me than all the verbal expressions of love combined.