Everywhere I Look---Geraniums

The ones on my porch haven't set many buds yet.  Still busy making roots (I made cuttings off a deep red plant) and it would seem, from the loose inventory I took, that the magenta up here--kicked the bucket.  This photo is from last year.  I am including at least one geranium in all boxes I plant for customers.  But the pickings are slim.  The salmon and silvery pink are the best looking.  Reds are terrible.

G remembered to take the sheets off the bed and now they are in the washer.  I have to decide what new color to put on the bed.

I didn't work as much as usual, but I did have four heavy carts of perennials to unload and put away. I guess I did work as much as usual.  Then I decided to start reorganizing a few rows of tables.  The ABC order wasn't quite right.  Too much "close enough" in the putting things away department.  I managed to open some spaces for future deliveries and close some spaces up.  Table 9 finally has stuff on it.  It sat there bare for SO LONG that I was starting to question WHY.  I mean, a bare table in the middle of the yard, it just was wrong.  Now it has Dianthus and Garden Mums. At last.

Yesterday I had a slice of rhubarb pie on top of my lunchtime yogurt. (what a sinful thing to do) And today I had the regular frozen peach slices and raspberries.  My co-worker had fresh apricots.  I think they were smashed up. My dinner last night was a "chemistry" Muffin In A Minute (low carb flax meal) with cream cheese.  I ate it while watching a recorded episode of DCI Banks.

I had a visit, today, from the employee who trained me at this job I have in the greenhouse.  She came to see if I had actually followed thru and PAINTED.  I said no.  I admitted to having difficulty cooking a meal these days let alone paint something.  Even something small.  We are going to paint together.  When I start.  Riley found and chewed up the box I was making for Art Club.  At least it wasn't my journal which was also in the bag.  On the floor.  The floor belongs to Riley.

So, tomorrow, a day off.  A haircut.  Perhaps dinner out.  Or not.  I have a few things to plant in the garden.  A few things to repot into larger pots.  A bed to cover in cardboard and then cover in wood chips.  I hope I can sleep a little later than usual.  Drink my coffee and read the papers stacked next to my placemat.  Have a lovely day, too, won't you?