Haven’t been able to organize my thoughts long enough to get out a post lately. How about that? A writer without words. As it were, I’ve been groping around for things to keep it fresh, and since I was looking at my Post Cards the other day, I thought, why not? But the pictures are just fluff: nothing thought-provoking or insightful.Today is the first day, in weeks it seems, that I actually can work in my garden. It’s been raining here to beat the band. I potted some Geraniums, planted Roses, Rosemary and Mint so far. Oh, and I potted the coolest looking Hen and Chicks.
Of course, I put the Rosemary by the Garden Gate. Now I just have to get some Lavender as a companion to my Rosemary, and my garden should flourish. Or so the saying goes.
Anyway, here I am taking a break from the feel of earth on my hands, dirt still under my nails. There’s nothing better to make a person feel alive. Tomorrow, if the weather holds, I am going to take a drive to Sparrow Park Beach and dig up some Ferns, load up some rocks and look around the beach for some large pieces of Driftwood. Making a Fern Garden under the Kitchen window as they like shade, and there is a large tree that side of the yard.
Well, guess I’ll get back outside to see what other mischief I can get into!
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