IN SUMMER, THE SONG SINGS ITSELF*
Where IS everybody?
You're certainly not commenting much. Are you reading? Are you already on vacation? Have you been hit by the summertime sluggishness? or the Junebugaloo?
I make some minor noise about lofty reasons for writing in this journal, but really? It's all about the comments. It's all about the love, people, and I'm NOT FEELING THE LOVE!
hahahahaha!!!
Believe me, I am right there, up the same, still, weed-choked creek with you. Motivation is nowhere to be seen, perhaps it's under a lilypad or over in the meadow, in the sand, in the sun.
It cooled down drastically today, a welcome relief from the high temps we were bearing up under. The house, however, seems not to have gotten the message yet. I bought 2 bags worth of flowers at the nursery on the way home, to replace the blown-out, flattened pansies in the front pots. I bought flowers that have lovely names in Swedish: eldkrona which means "fire crown" (Lantana) in 2 different colors, and stjärnöga which means "stareye" (Cape Daisys) and Lyckliga Lotta which means "Happy Lotta" (New Guinea Impatiens) and, along with a few others, pretty pretty pink dahlias!
I made Martin come help me unpot the pansies and we stood out in the front yard and heckled each other and laughed. I used a trowel to pry up the pansy clumps only to discover a colony of greeny-yellow snails gone to ground beneath them.
bezigebij, you would have had a field day! Then we potted all the new stuff, and spent a silly hour finishing up the weeding in the half of the garden bed I never seem to have gotten around to. Or rather, I weeded, and Martin halfheartedly attempted to pull up some clumps, and de-seeded several feathery grass heads until I gave him what for and then he laid around on the lawn and watched me work, kibitzing the entire time. I got him back for it later by chasing him around the yard with the hose on full blast.
*William Carlos Williams
You're certainly not commenting much. Are you reading? Are you already on vacation? Have you been hit by the summertime sluggishness? or the Junebugaloo?
I make some minor noise about lofty reasons for writing in this journal, but really? It's all about the comments. It's all about the love, people, and I'm NOT FEELING THE LOVE!
hahahahaha!!!
Believe me, I am right there, up the same, still, weed-choked creek with you. Motivation is nowhere to be seen, perhaps it's under a lilypad or over in the meadow, in the sand, in the sun.
It cooled down drastically today, a welcome relief from the high temps we were bearing up under. The house, however, seems not to have gotten the message yet. I bought 2 bags worth of flowers at the nursery on the way home, to replace the blown-out, flattened pansies in the front pots. I bought flowers that have lovely names in Swedish: eldkrona which means "fire crown" (Lantana) in 2 different colors, and stjärnöga which means "stareye" (Cape Daisys) and Lyckliga Lotta which means "Happy Lotta" (New Guinea Impatiens) and, along with a few others, pretty pretty pink dahlias!
I made Martin come help me unpot the pansies and we stood out in the front yard and heckled each other and laughed. I used a trowel to pry up the pansy clumps only to discover a colony of greeny-yellow snails gone to ground beneath them.
bezigebij, you would have had a field day! Then we potted all the new stuff, and spent a silly hour finishing up the weeding in the half of the garden bed I never seem to have gotten around to. Or rather, I weeded, and Martin halfheartedly attempted to pull up some clumps, and de-seeded several feathery grass heads until I gave him what for and then he laid around on the lawn and watched me work, kibitzing the entire time. I got him back for it later by chasing him around the yard with the hose on full blast.*William Carlos Williams
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