Pacing
Aight, I admit it: I'm taking 5 days off fb and that's why I'm here. Okay.
Now that that's off my chest. Phew! I've been writing to my grandma, and writing in English is really hard! I don't write much in either language except for in chats. Yikes. Full of confessions today.
This weekend, I was so slovenly and things sucked. Then I went to a fashion show. Right, but leaving the house did the trick. So does the garden. I have one with partner.
Romaine lettuce, including one red one, to eat
Tomatoes, plums, ripening
Tomatoes, round wild ones (smaller than grapes). I harvested the seeds myself., fruiting
Tomatoes, a shit ton of babies. We're giving them away
Epazote, tons. Most aggressive seed-spreader I know.
Jalapeños, just now flowering
Poblanos, tiny sprouts, from leftovers
Melons from el pueblo, takin their damn time
Lemony Basil, one plant from which we have about 10 babies. Wish it were less lemony.
Sunflowers, contrabanded through the mail from my moms, about to flower
Marihuana, given to a friend for safe keeping at 7 inches
Also, today....One of the mango seeds which I had place in lieu of rocks in a pot evidently had the will to live! Huzzah! And so. Time to rejoin the world, when it means writing grandma from this piano bench, my dying laptop perched on the piano. César is piping in music, a radio program featuring his band, to the speaker, circumventing the soundproof window between us, where I can see him, hunched over his computer. Both of our doors are open, and the crickets outside chirp loudly. It won't rain this time.
Now that that's off my chest. Phew! I've been writing to my grandma, and writing in English is really hard! I don't write much in either language except for in chats. Yikes. Full of confessions today.
This weekend, I was so slovenly and things sucked. Then I went to a fashion show. Right, but leaving the house did the trick. So does the garden. I have one with partner.
Romaine lettuce, including one red one, to eat
Tomatoes, plums, ripening
Tomatoes, round wild ones (smaller than grapes). I harvested the seeds myself., fruiting
Tomatoes, a shit ton of babies. We're giving them away
Epazote, tons. Most aggressive seed-spreader I know.
Jalapeños, just now flowering
Poblanos, tiny sprouts, from leftovers
Melons from el pueblo, takin their damn time
Lemony Basil, one plant from which we have about 10 babies. Wish it were less lemony.
Sunflowers, contrabanded through the mail from my moms, about to flower
Marihuana, given to a friend for safe keeping at 7 inches
Also, today....One of the mango seeds which I had place in lieu of rocks in a pot evidently had the will to live! Huzzah! And so. Time to rejoin the world, when it means writing grandma from this piano bench, my dying laptop perched on the piano. César is piping in music, a radio program featuring his band, to the speaker, circumventing the soundproof window between us, where I can see him, hunched over his computer. Both of our doors are open, and the crickets outside chirp loudly. It won't rain this time.