The lack of sense. It is all around us these days. I have left several pages in my journal open so I can add things from the newspaper. Make notes of things being said. Laws trying to be passed-or not. A history of non-sense. What will become of this great country which is no longer "great"?
I am calmed by simple black and white. Today the master bedroom closets are being made into custom closets with shelving and rods the way we want them. They are lovely. And the white closet doors now have their permanent black "dummy" knobs. Perfect.
The temporary bedroom has fresh sheets. Open windows for fresh breezes. Clean clothes fresh from the dryer in the new master bath--dried with wool dryer balls. So nice.
I planted my pieces of potato into the garden bed prepped from potatoes--a bit late but the soil has been too wet until now. Riley guards me as I work. Pulled up the raspberry volunteers. Everywhere. I intend to fill the window boxes on the shed. And sprinkle seeds for arugula and kale into the garden.
My intentions are sometimes better than what actually happens.
G and I cleared all the weeds and leaves out of the blueberry bed yesterday. Filled a very large wheelbarrow. Weeds just know how to grow. Blueberries are heavy with berry flowers. I went to look at the grapes and my friend was right--tiny little baby grapes already there- if you look closely.
Well, lunch is before me--roasted, chilled beets with olive oil and vinegar mixed with diced fresh mozzarella. A good meal. Let's see if I can NOT drop any on my shirt and stain the front with red beet juice which washes out to gray. G is off site mowing grass--- before it starts raining again. And then-- planting beet seeds?
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