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.