After dinner each night or sometimes in the afternoon on days I have off, I write or draw or paste interesting pictures into my journal. I try to write things there that have no "place" in the blog posts. Boring, repetitive stuff; personal things and whining. And the pictures on the left side pages sometimes evoke their own statements on the right hand pages. Like today's sunflowers and blue skies. In the picture and in reality. A gorgeous day.
I planted the Sweet William in the failed "moon" garden area. The moon never shined there. And planted a few of the other dianthus I had in a planter out by the front steps. I also, finally, recognized that the tiny plants pushing and shoving to cover the ground in the side bed, were actually ALL violets. I pulled them out and added them to the compost as they had no seed heads. No worries as I always have more violets than I want. Tomorrow I will pull out more. Why has it taken me so many weeks to discover that I could garden productively for 30 minutes after work on my 8 to 3 days? I'm already dirty.
DWTS. And then I may TiVo Hawaii 50 for a second time to see if it still stinks. Or not. I will be going to bed early.
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