I missed zumba as I was truck hunting today, and I couldn’t run due to a strained abductor muscle and 10 mile hike tomorrow. But, I got a new workout – building my bed at South Avondale’s Community Garden. See this huge hole in a mountain of rock hard dirt?
Yup, I hacked at it with an axe, shoveled it into a wheelbarrow, pushed it over to a bed and shoveled it in. For 2 hours. All to create this:
I must be mad 🙂 At least the surroundings were beautiful and seriously, I am proud and honoured to be part of such a wonderful community project, aimed at raising food awareness, supporting up-cycling, encouraging growing you own food, and just making Birmingham (more) beautiful. I love projects that encourage community, and sharing and pride one’s neighborhood. And where I can, I will help with these. Plus, Walter loved having a fenced in space to explore and run about it.
A huge thank you to Chris and all she does to keep this going.
It rained, but here we are after some restorative Jim N Nicks 🙂
Back in the Uk I was quite the jogger. Every 2 weeks I would run a half marathon. Perhaps it is not therefore surprising that with no knowledge of pre- and post- race nutrition, nor the importance of rest, nor of not overdoing it, I killed my knees, hammies and all sorts. Hence really I gave up running. Until this week, when last Friday I decided to run 2 miles. On Saturday I picked up Walter and so did the same Sunday and Tuesday with him. On Thursday I heard about a 5K (3.1 miles), the ‘retro run’ and randomly signed up. I didn’t know anyone going, except Gabe who invited me, but it was one of my ‘I need to get out and do more random things’ moments.
Come Saturday I was starting to sorely regret this decision, and panicked about being able to complete it having not run that far in a long time, and having really only had a week’s preparation, and to be honest, struggling with my 2 mile runs each morning. BUT…. I did it! I bit the bullet, pulled on an outfit vaguely reminiscent of the 70s, grabbed Walter and went for it. I walked for 3 stretches, but made a pretty respectable 31.5 minutes (6 mph…. respectable for not having trained).
More importantly, I had a fantastic time. It’s one of the great things of living in a small city: events that are cheap and accessible and fun. I chatted to loads of people and met a lot of Gabe’s friends. Plus, Walter loved it! Seeing everyone made him want to go at full belting pace, not a trot, but alas, I could not do that at all. So… next time one is on in Birmingham – give me a call please 🙂 Walt and I will be your running buddies…
Phal from my office in England happily blooming for the second time that season
Back in the UK, I used to love growing orchids, but obviously I could not transport them all the way over the grand ole US of A. It took me a while to find something other than phalaenopsis’ everywhere (not that I am against these, per se… in fact, I have a definite hankering for a white one), until I stumbled upon Davis wholesale florist in Birmingham. For $16 a piece, I became the proud owner of:
A midnight Blue Bolopetalum
Bolo (yes, that is his name) waiting to bloom
And an Alcra, Pacific Nova.
Jenny (more imaginatively, although less understandably, named than Bolo)
Pretty 🙂 If anyone else knows a good spot to get unusual plants in Birmingham, let me know 🙂