Mulch, dirt, and planting day. Since getting a cortisone shot in my hip on Thursday, gardening is practically back to normal.
I moved some slates that had slid out of place. Transplanted more ferns. Filled in places that needed dirt. Potted up some annuals.
It’s so apparent that we got a ton of rain this winter with no snow pack because water tracks are everywhere and roots are exposed.
It was chilly today. Still needed a fleece vest to be comfortable.
In other news, I hired a graphic artist to design my book cover today. Whew! Plodding along, in other words.
Another blue one begun.
I’ll leave you with not one, but two, Hope Hicks haiku. Same idea in both.
5/3
She’s pretty alright,
but what defect of person
let her work for him?
5/4
The question is not,
“Why did she cry?” But, “Why on
earth didn’t she quit?”
Lawrence O’Donnell
Look what the addition of
Pieced it up yesterday and did some cleaning today.
Do you think it was needed?
I’ll sign off with this blast from the past — taken during a visit to a Wolf Preserve up in Ipswich. Both boys were so blonde back then! K was always good about getting us camping or hiking or fishing — such a gift to the boys and something both carried into adulthood.
One to the other. Season. Place. Ground and sky. A flight back to Colorado later today. Special china’s been put away but the folding chairs — not yet.
I called this patchwork a “whimsy” elsewhere. An unstoppable doodle. Irrepressible play. Now that the pile of these is growing, I probably ought to figure out what to do with them. Maybe make longer panels for the hall double hungs upstairs? Facing east, those windows get blasted by morning light, so the cloth’d be like glass for a few hours a day.
