Here are Darla, Violet, and the not-so-little ones. They've lost their complete adorableness but isn't that the way of all things that grow from babies to adults? I'm sure I was a great deal cuter as an infant than I am now, for instance.
Dang. What a day.
I did a bunch of laundry, hung it on the line. I spent long spells of time trying to decide where porch items should be placed. Some of them I cannot lift myself and that is the most frustrating thing. I want so badly to get things back in order but I am just not strong enough to do it by myself. Mr. Moon and Lon were here today but they were working so diligently on the deck that I couldn't ask them to stop and help me. It'll all get done. Just not today. But I'm getting there.
In good news, I'm gathering things for Mr. Moon to take to the dump. A glass topped table and four iron chairs that I never should have bought in the first place. The chairs' upholstery has mildewed and it's all just a mess. I suppose I could try and reupholster them but I don't like them enough to bother. I'm throwing away a small wooden table that I painted a mermaid on a long time ago which proved beyond doubt that I should not be given paint, and some other crap that I know no one wants. I need to replace two wicker tables and I will. Both of them are chipping and coming unraveled and they have lived their lives. Gives me a good reason to go thrift shopping.
After I'd finally admitted to myself that there was no more I could do in the way of the porches, I decided to go pick some eggplants I knew were in the garden. One little bush was so full of them that it is falling over. They're small eggplants, but should be good.
That's an egg for scale. Which is appropriate, is it not? I will say it's a rather large egg but still- as I said- small eggplants.
I did some weeding, too, and after a short amount of time spent doing that I said, "Enough! Enough! Enough!" and it was. I was dripping sweat.
I got the clothes off the line, folded them, put them away. And now it's time to start the second shift- making supper.
Have you ever seen a garlic blossom? They are quite lovely.
And here's a carrot bloom.
I'd love a bouquet with either of those.
As for more traditional flowers-
Lace Cap Hydrangea
And whatever that one's called. Pink. Yeah, that's it. A pink hydrangea.
So there you have it. That's what I did today.
I'm feeling a mixture of satisfaction, frustration, and exhaustion. But still, I feel so lucky to have these porches, this house, and garden to tend to as best I am able, even now.
Time to slice eggplants.