What I did in the yard was to pull and dig invasive plants and cut back the dead parts of lilies. The invasives will be back, there is no doubt of that but at least right now I have a little moment of time where they are at least not in evidence. Once these things get started there is no real getting rid of them.
Not unlike white supremacy, racism, fear of the other, ignorance, hatred and greed, eh?
Look what I found today.
The first of my pink perfections of the year. Isn't she beautiful?
Some of the roses I did NOT prune back the other day are blooming. I picked the red blooming one for its scent which is heavenly and the white one was here when I moved in. Mr. Moon dug it up and transplanted it to a spot by the garden this year and it has already proven to be so much happier.
After I finished in the camellia bed and trimmed back the frozen parts of the firespike, I said, "Done," and I was. I was tempted to start in on the elephant ears which look atrocious, all wilted and mushy or perhaps the spirea, but I took my yard cart of trimmings to the fire pile and dumped it out and came inside and got started on finishing up my embroidery.
Isn't it a happy little fish? As with the yard, I could have gone on, adding water waves and bubbles and Lord only knows what but since it's a garment that Levon will only be able to wear for a few weeks at the most, I believe I was wise to knot the last strand I used and call it done. And tomorrow I can start on a dress for Maggie. And perhaps I will prune the spirea then too, and the elephant ears as well.
We shall see.
So boring. Such an unsatisfactory post. But sometimes that is the way of it. There are days of small accomplishments, some of which no one in the world would notice or care about but me and this has been one of them. Perhaps the chickens will care that I bleached their big waterer and scrubbed it before rinsing it and filling it again although I doubt it.
I may not dance like no one is watching anymore (oh! how I used to!) but I do chores like no one is watching. Which they are not. Do I get points for heaven?
Love and kisses, y'all...Ms. Moon