Daily Notes- April 12th- It's raining. Wetting down the seeds in the garden.

 A Black and White Day.  Raining.  Chill in the air.  House lights on already.  I'm okay with it as yesterday I was wondering where the watering cans were located as the vegetable seeds George had planted needed water.  Mother Nature arrived to take care of that.  Thank You!!!!

There will be self produced images up top in the next few days- possibly even tomorrow.  I have a few ideas.  I should have grabbed an image of the mending on daughter's gardening work pants.  The knees  of the painted Carharts need work each year.  This year I added cut off rear pockets from a pair of worn out Levi's. Three layers. That should make it thru the Season. 

It was ORIGINAl.  So she liked it.  But I wondered why I have so many chopped up pieces of old Levi's?

I hesitated to write an email to the Gardening Friend who grows tomato seedlings and has shared with me for several years. With COVID and all else...after a significant period of no contact (2 years?)....well, I was worried.  But Allie emailed right back that my timing was excellent and the tomato seedlings were 4 inches tall.  9 or 10 varieties to choose from.  I am okay with whatever she doesn't need for her own tomato boxes. All of them were outstanding choices.  In the Summer when this friend would go away for a few weeks- I would drive over and water and take care of her tomatoes and her herb garden and flowers.  A Fair Change of Services.

And today's overcast and dark skies are so fine....the seeds my gardener/pruner planted needed a drink.  And a soft all day rain is the perfect solution.  It's chilly here in the house.  I tried to finish the book I was reading yesterday but....I gave up and went to bed.  Late but not as late as if I finished it.

I am thinking about rumbling in the sewing room.  Sorting.  Putting a few cloths together.  Cutting some shapes.  Perhaps a House.  Perhaps a Map.   Perhaps a Garden. We'll see.  Perhaps an abstract of just so many bits from the wastebasket?  A puzzle of sorts.

A friend has suggested I take a sentence from a recent post and write a short story with the sentence as the first line.  I am tempted.  Which surprises me.  Yesterday's comment has me making Stanley Tucci's pasta sauce  for lunch today.  The one he cooked with his mother in episode one. CNN.  Find it. Love it.