A truce with a mountain.

I climbed a mountain.
A big one.
The second highest in Southern California, to be exact.
And it was pretty grueling.
Pretty darned grueling.
My first top of the mountain ever.
I was operating on approximately 1 1/2 hrs of sleep (seriously).
I sucked in the air but it didn't satisfy my need for oxygen.
I drank water but sweated it out the second it entered my body.
My heart beat through my chest.
My hands were swollen, red, and freezing.
My thighs begged for mercy.
But I didn't stop.
I made it to the top.
Of a really, really big mountain.
15 minutes after sunrise.
And I thought I was freaking awesome.
And I told that mountain I whooped it and that I owned it....
It was my mountain.
And every time I'd look at it from down below I'd remember how I defeated the mountain.
And then we started back down.
And the mountain tripped me.
And I rolled a couple of times.
And as I was rolling I really hoped I would stop sometime soon.
And once I stopped I opened my eyes.
And I was upside-down on my mountain that I owned.
And scraped and bruised from that mountain that I owned.
And that mountain was laughing at me.
And I no longer felt awesome.
And I cursed that mountain that I no longer owned.
I ate a piece of humbled pie, prepared, baked, and lovingly served by that mountain that I really never owned.
And so we've come to respect each other, that mountain and me.
And we smile at each other because that mountain knows that it tripped and bruised me and made me look like a complete moron.
But I know I peed all over that mountain.
So we called it a truce.

Uh oh. It's a garden post. I'm just telling you right off the bat so you're not disappointed when you get to the end and you're like, "Jeez, that was all about her stupid garden. LAAAAMMMEE."
We love our garden. It seems like it's been more work this year. Maybe because we got more rain which equals more weeds. Or maybe I'm just more busy. Either way, it's been WORK. PLUS, the bugs have been awful and ate like the first 3 rounds of seeds I planted as soon as they popped up. ARG! I became like a madwoman. Picture me, with a headlamp and a can of Raid at 10:30 at night creeping around my garden hosing down the 1 million earwigs that were dwelling under ANYTHING that stood still. It was disgusting.
But we have been waiting oh-so-patiently for our fruit on our trees to ripen so we could gobble down as many plums and nectarines as possible. They are so incredibly good and we have been eating so many, I'm sure my kids'll come down with a bad case of the rhea's sometime soon. But it will be SOO worth it.
The rest of the plums will be good in the next few days. I see in my very near future a plum and blueberry upside-down cake and some plum bread. MMMMMmmmmm....I'll take some pics if we don't eat it all before I can snap a few.









Also happening in my near future, hubby and I will be HERE tomorrow:


At the top.
The TIPPY TOP.
Like the highest point.
YIKES.
Wish me luck!
p.s...anyone know what I can do with like 300 plums?