Thursday, June 27, 2019
Daily Notes- June 27th
The way it used to be. A Blue Mood. Painted blue cloth. Additions to make a pot and flowers. Simple. Easy. when did I decide to make cloth complicated???? Why?
I made a complete mess of the little mud cloth pairing. I may continue to make a mess. It gives me something to do. I did work that is now covered up. Like a dig going backward. Like a compost pile.
I had my hair cut today and it is too short. And my shirt is itchy with the clippings. I will be going to dunk my head under a faucet and wash away the tiny bits of hair. Change my shirt. My regular haircutter is home after surgery on her rotator cuff. Shoulder. Another 6 weeks. She tried snowboarding.
I have now been gone long enough from the greenhouse that people are telling stories about me. I am now an urban garden center legend. I visited after my haircut. The talk was "I remember when you....." and then the story of something I said or did and everyone nods, smiles and shakes their head. What a character I am now. Mentioned my name to the new cashier and she said I know who you are...my sister talks about you all the time. I replied "I think about your sister as well...I really liked working with her". So it goes.
No sunshine again today. Overcast. Damp. Not any sort of Maine summer I remember. But the Tomatoes are upright and still alive. Really really dark green. So, well fed. And I have tiny tomato blossoms so there is the possibility of Future Tomatoes. I bought two pots of pickling cucumber plants. Three in each pot. I have to decide: in a Grow Box or in the garden near the zucchini? I have the zucchini in the garden because they didn't grow well in the boxes last year. Now that I think about it-cucumbers did poorly in the boxes as well.
My peonies are getting ready to open. And it's getting ready to rain. I plan on cutting a big bouquet of them for the house. Later today.
I am tired. Not from doing hard work or anything. Just tired of "all the stuff" going on in this country and the World. Oh, and I finished my book. The butler did do it. Not that it mattered.
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