The garden is where I go to find comfort, quiet and a sort of Zen. It is counter productive to try and find order there. I try to plan straight lines. I try for weed free. I try for even numbers. But the garden decides.
My herb garden has been allowed to grow in the most haphazard ways. Right now two very tall mallow plants are blooming. I didn't plant them. The garden did. But I appreciate the lavender pink flowers against a background of fennel fronds, dill seed heads and the blue borage flowers. the parsley this year is lovely. The spearmint is abundant. The tarragon is enormous. The sage (started in January in the milk jug experiment) is sturdy and very healthy. I have transplanted (purchased) sage starter plants into this bed many many times. They all died. So, this is quite a pleasant surprise.
I am vacuuming the floors, washing dog towels and bed covers, mopping the floors today. Riley has been getting into mud holes on the daily walk with G--looking for a drink of water. G washes him off with the hose before bringing the dog inside--but he still manages to make quite a mess of the floors.
And dogs smell. And they shed. And it all makes Joanne a very sneezy, teary eyed girl.
So--another huge, day long clean up and spray everything I can't wash with Febreze.
The Elimination Diet continues to............well, in truth there is no elimination no matter how many Senokote I take before bedtime or how much water I drink (100 ounces). I am eating fruits and vegetables. Brown rice in very small amounts. Everything going in and nothing coming out. I don't know what to do. Today is sort of a "time out" as I finish all the soups and smoothies in the fridge. Eat the chicken. Have a salad. Drink water. Eat my watermelon chunks.
What is that saying? Do everything the same and hope for a different outcome. Insanity?