Quiet day of puttering
I have skyped with Willem until he had to go to the dump. He uploaded Alida's performance... Boys are Stupid, or I hate boys. Thia wrote that poem when we were children.
I made our breakfast and have been puttering around outside. It's 70F and very humid. I took the side shoots off the greenbriar vines I harvested last month from Mom's bushes. I want to locate a rose thorn stripper so I can strip the thorns off quickly and painlessly.
I also need to figure out how many gourds I have that I can take back up to Mera so we can paint gourds.
It was too warm and sticky for me, even in shortsleeves, so I came back inside.
I made our breakfast and have been puttering around outside. It's 70F and very humid. I took the side shoots off the greenbriar vines I harvested last month from Mom's bushes. I want to locate a rose thorn stripper so I can strip the thorns off quickly and painlessly.
I also need to figure out how many gourds I have that I can take back up to Mera so we can paint gourds.
It was too warm and sticky for me, even in shortsleeves, so I came back inside.