Yesterday was a beautiful day. The birds were singing and the temps were
in the high 70°Fs (mid 20°Cs). DW was off to visit with her mother, and
I was at home watching our arthritic shepherd, who had been on the mend
until Friday, when she went off on an ill advised romp in the woods with
our border collie, for which she is now paying for her imprudence by
remaining very still.
Pointing the computer speakers out the window, I cranked up Beethoven
(all 'Thoven, all the time) and headed on out to the garden where I
planted the cucumbers, 2 Armenian, 2 Persian, and a lemon, as well as a
couple of "Mammouth" sunflowers, turned on the drip system and checked
for and fixed leaks , hand watered the cabbages that had been planted
the day before and some of the hanging pots, cleared some forget-me-nots
and cleavers to prepare for melon planting, picked borage and mint
"weeds" out of the root garden, fish emulsioned a potted hyssop showing
some green leaf after I thought it was dead, consolidated a couple of
trays of plants waiting to be planted, potted 8 basil on the front
stairs, spotted a bramble to be removed among the blueberries and
potatoes, put together 3 tomato plants for a neighbor, and filled the
Since it was then nearly 5PM, I blended up a margarita and sat down,
propping my feet up on a plastic chair, and looked at a library book,
"Making Bentwood Trellises, Arbors, Gates & Fences" by Jim Long
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and listened to the birds sing along with Ludwig, while I sipped on my
Having finished the margarita, I put down the book, and closed my eyes
to listen to the music (it was "Für Elise" at the time) and the birds.
I awoke feeling very refreshed, and was back in the garden picking up 4"
pots, and generally cleaning up my mess when DW returned.
Dinner was a paté that was made the day before, and we watched our
second Cohen Brother's movie in as many days (Fri.: Big Labowski, Sat.:
Burn After Reading, Sun.: Fargo?).
All in all, not a bad day.
Then I remembered that it was May Day, and I should have been out
marching and sticking it to da man :O( dang.
Well, it's another beautiful day. Supposed to hit 80°F, and I have
another chance to make it a perfect day.
Good luck with your day.
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