A determined marigold
On a foray into our backyard recently, I discovered a couple of garden survivors.
The marigold above has survived our erratic weather this year. Husband Walter had set out a few marigold plants he bought in the spring along with some veggie plants. Finding the healthy, blooming marigold was even better than his bringing home a bouquet from the florist.
Thank you, Hubby!
The other survivor was a green onion that was barely hanging on, crowded by weeds in a flower pot. And it was that struggling survivor that bolstered my courage for my first post-stroke gardening attempt the next day.
I put my favorite weeding tool, gardening gloves and Osmocote slow-release plant food in a plastic bucket. With my hiking stick in my right hand and bucket in the left, I stopped at the back door, setting the bucket down and beginning strategic maneuvers to get bucket, hiking stick and myself over the threshold and down the step.
I found a second flowerpot with several tiny surviving onion bulbs and successfully weeded, fed and watered the baby onions in the two pots. I also realized the gloves were superfluous. I still have a ways to go before I can get gloves on by myself.
I hope the onions survive. I could always buy more sets, but the original sets that the babies descended from were pass-alongs from a family friend’s garden decades ago. Before my stroke the onions had survived and multiplied with only occasional watering and sprinkles of Osmocote.
I enjoyed darting out the back door to snip the tender green blades to add to our lunch or dinner salads. Until my retirement, they represented my only consistent success at growing edibles. Their connection to loved ones past and present always seemed to add extra flavor. I am going to enjoy future excursions to check on my two-pot “garden.”
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A headline blooper
A headline that showed up in a recent edition of our local newspaper and gave me a chuckle:
That was quite a versatile grenade. I sympathize with that headline writer, though. In my newspaper days most of my deadlines were for news articles and features. But I had also on occasion experienced the daunting task of fitting a subject, active verb and direct object in a one-column headline.
Under the pressure of a tight deadline, mental processes do sometimes hiccup. The result can even be a grenade that is cutting grass instead of a man who, while he is cutting weeds in his yard, finds a grenade.
I’ve been there, done that, and am too embarrassed to wear the T-shirt.
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My new word
An intriguing new word for me is “proprioceptors”—nerves in the skin that sense where our body parts are in space. At least that was a definition in the Parade magazine insert in a recent edition of our local newspaper.
Early in my stroke recovery I was alerted that stroke survivors commonly are not able to tell where their bodies are in their environment. My personal experience confirmed that.
I do not automatically sense where my shoulder is in relationship to a door jamb, for example, or where one body part is in relationship to another of my body parts. I have to be careful not to sit on my left hand or get my foot wedged at a potentially injurious angle between table leg and chair.
As one therapist put it, my stroke “fried all my internal cues necessary for normal movement.”
But this was the first time I had encountered a specific word that helped me understand how undamaged bodies gather information and transmit it to the brain for use in maintaining balance and accomplishing simple and complex movement. I was enthralled and plunged into a Google search.
I found that proprioceptors are also in muscles and joints as well as skin. The process of gathering information and transmitting it is “proprioception.” Inoperative proprioceptors on my left side evidently are the reason I must develop new cues using sight, sound or even a touch of the fingertips of my right hand on a wall, chairback or some other solid object, to add other points of reference for the proprioception process.
One of the sources I read also noted that proprioception is the reason most people can walk in the dark. My ability to do that is non-existent now.
I liked this explanation from wisegeek.com:
“Proprioceptors help the body recognize, activate, and coordinate its various parts in relation to its other parts and the environment. For example, being able to touch your nose with your finger while your eyes are closed is due to your proprioceptive sense. Walking without watching where each foot lands is also due to functional proprioceptors. Tying your shoes, finding your house keys, and unlocking the door without looking are all possible with the assistance of proprioceptors as well.”
Our bodies are truly amazing, miraculous, and for me, a joyful reminder of the Master Designer’s work.