Friday, June 22, 2018
Happiness Is Short Lived With Peonies
We wait for them and then---they blow open and look exhausted.
I have a small vase in the entrance hallway. And I have been cutting whatever is in flower in the yard and putting a small arrangement into the vase every day or two. Next to the painted Chinese fan and the Foo Dogs. It's still the Year of the Dog. And G and I are Fire Dogs. Today I selected three, not quite open, buds from three different Peony varieties. Seemly, ant free.
Riley and G are back from their walk. Riley is reclined on the rug next to the computer desk. Cleaning his paws. Possibly tired from a "good" walk. Meaning no deer flies biting him.
I have Grow Boxes to fill and plant with Early Girl tomatoes. And I have those seedlings of squashes and pickling cucumbers to settle into some soil. The peppers are planted. Some will be red and some a sort of mango yellow when ripe. They all will be green when they start out. All the seeds I tried to start in the seed trays were dug up and eaten by the chipmunks living under the deck. We could trap them--but then what??? Riley is not a deterrent. A cat would be.
Friday. Already. Town will be swamped with vacationing tourists. I should have driven into Town just after I woke up. I have done one load of wash and dried another. Folded and put away. I am cutting the tags out of my clothes as I wear them--the tags annoy me a great deal. I am such a Princess. And on that note---