Rain, Bath, Tea, Story.
It's raining out right now, but I expect it won't last long. I have all the windows open, so I can hear the drops as they strike the tin roof of my neighbors' porch. I love the sound of rain, it's one of the few things that can wipe all thoughts out of my head. If it weren't guaranteed to be total shite, I'd buy one of those cds of nature sounds as long as every track was rain of some kind. Too bad they are total crap.
I helped A's mom and grandmother move their flower pots and plant their annuals this morning, and I took Jake and Elwood with me. They behaved surprisingly well in the truck: they mostly sat or slept on the front seat, even when Sonny was perched on my shoulder and screaming. And they still behaved fairly well when we were on the porch planting the flowers, though they did help "water" a few. Sonny was mostly a good bird, though there were a few moments when he forgot that my ear was attached, and not a birdy chew toy.
My garden is still doing well, though it's only about a week old. The only casualty was one of my plant markers -- I was using old wooden spoons to label the type of herb at a location. Two little furry theives jumped the short fence and stole one, I think they ate it, because all I found was a splintered spoon handle in the middle of the back yard. I'm betting Elwood was the brains of this operation while Jake did most of the actual spoon destruction.
I got to take home a handful of geranium cuttings from R's, and I'm hoping they'll root in a glass of water. R also got me two books on gardening specifically for the Rocky Mountain area, and they'll help when dad comes out in July to help me tear apart the yard. I also sliced off a few rose bush suckers, and I'm trying to root them, too. I don't know if it will work, but it might if I managed to cut them close enough to the main root. If not, no big loss, they were free.
Yes, the rain has stopped now, and I think I'm done potting flowers for the day. Bath time is next, but since it hit nearly 90 degrees today, I think it'll be lukewarm at most. I haven't had time or house enough to myself in a few weeks, and I just can't shake this crankiness I've had since Sunday. A thinks it's retribution for last week, but I'm not convinced. I think it's just lack of me-time. I think I'll put in a book on tape, then make myself some iced green tea and take it with me to the tub.
So, the most pressing question of the day: Should I listen to a new, exciting book on tape, or an old, familiar story that never gets threadbare?
Choices, choices.
I helped A's mom and grandmother move their flower pots and plant their annuals this morning, and I took Jake and Elwood with me. They behaved surprisingly well in the truck: they mostly sat or slept on the front seat, even when Sonny was perched on my shoulder and screaming. And they still behaved fairly well when we were on the porch planting the flowers, though they did help "water" a few. Sonny was mostly a good bird, though there were a few moments when he forgot that my ear was attached, and not a birdy chew toy.
My garden is still doing well, though it's only about a week old. The only casualty was one of my plant markers -- I was using old wooden spoons to label the type of herb at a location. Two little furry theives jumped the short fence and stole one, I think they ate it, because all I found was a splintered spoon handle in the middle of the back yard. I'm betting Elwood was the brains of this operation while Jake did most of the actual spoon destruction.
I got to take home a handful of geranium cuttings from R's, and I'm hoping they'll root in a glass of water. R also got me two books on gardening specifically for the Rocky Mountain area, and they'll help when dad comes out in July to help me tear apart the yard. I also sliced off a few rose bush suckers, and I'm trying to root them, too. I don't know if it will work, but it might if I managed to cut them close enough to the main root. If not, no big loss, they were free.
Yes, the rain has stopped now, and I think I'm done potting flowers for the day. Bath time is next, but since it hit nearly 90 degrees today, I think it'll be lukewarm at most. I haven't had time or house enough to myself in a few weeks, and I just can't shake this crankiness I've had since Sunday. A thinks it's retribution for last week, but I'm not convinced. I think it's just lack of me-time. I think I'll put in a book on tape, then make myself some iced green tea and take it with me to the tub.
So, the most pressing question of the day: Should I listen to a new, exciting book on tape, or an old, familiar story that never gets threadbare?
Choices, choices.