I'm trying to pull out of my head what chores I'd give to my clone if I had a clone.  Things I want done, could do myself, but don't have time.

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I have a Russian Sage that isn't doing well where it's planted.  I really wanted to move it to the west side of our property, but the only thing that grows there is a little bit of thyme on top of rocks.  It's crying out for some color over there.  It's the perfect location for that plant I want to move.  But.  It's solid ledge ( Read more... )

Final First splat draft of something that I have to do in words, despite the complete in appropriateness of all words everywhere for this job.

( Katie, skip this one. )

As hard as it is to go up to Maine and clean the cottage between turnovers, I don't really mind it very much.  I listen to podcasts on my drive up and back, and get to "play house" with my lovely vacation home by the sea.  I often get a chance to go sit at the seaside for half an hour or so, too.  Yes, I have to work like a dog for four or five ( Read more... )

I got up at 5:45 this morning and left the house about 6:15. Two hours and forty five minutes later I arrived at my seminar in Boston. Damn, how I hate driving into the city. This time, at least, I had the new car ( Read more... )

I never remember the name of the flower that comes up in the vinca patch. It's feathery and has a half yellow flower. Spurge. It's in bloom now. So are irises - all sorts - and sweet stock. Lunaria still, but not yet peonies or poppies, although both look heavily pregnant.  The sweet stock looks particularly nice in front of the rose bush on the ( Read more... )

I washed and hung out to dry all the pillow case liners except for the ones in the shams ( Read more... )

The hyacinth were perfect, and so were the daffodils, with the tulips just coming out. The grape hyacinth were in bloom, too, as were the dandelions. The surprise was the lunaria, purpling up the rose hedge ( Read more... )

I did spring cleaning ( on the queen beds. )

I'm doing garden-therapy. Dirt beneath my fingernails, burst blisterrs on the inside of my thumbs, I'm making my world a beautiful place ( Read more... )