Another practically perfect day for Mary Moon.
This means, of course, that I saw no one and got filthy in the garden again AND got to shell peas while sitting on the couch watching crap TV. Well, not total crap. Grace and Frankie. There are some things about that show that shine and others that just sink into a tank of WTF soup. I will not bother to inform you as to the things that make me cringe the most, nor the small parts that are not bad at all. I can't really think of those at the moment but I know that sometimes I don't hate it which has been enough to carry me through all the seasons.
I got a lot of weeding done, some of it in the rain. Why not? I put my phone in a plastic bag in my pocket so I could listen to my book and it was cool and delightful and weeding was easier in the wet dirt. I honestly think that the okra is going to make and I can see baby pods forming now.
They remind me of baby boy pee-pees. Little green baby boy pee-pees. I'd go take a picture of one but I'm too lazy.
I have almost finished listening to Hannah Gadsby's book, "Ten Steps to Nanette".
It is an amazing book written by an amazing woman and if you take a notion to read it, I very much recommend the audio version as she herself narrates it.
And Darla. Well, she is still in that corner, still alive, still not eating or drinking much, if any. I bring food and water to her but she shows no interest. Last night when I shut up the hen house, all three of her children were laying beside her on the ground. My heart is heavy but I am resigned to her probable death. She may just be tired.
It is a delicious 83 degrees on my back porch right now and I can hear the twittering birds and the cawing of crows. I have cleaned and refilled the hummingbird feeder and I am keeping watch for visitors. The lowering sun is illuminating the shiny magnolia leaves and Liberace is about to begin his evening rounding-up of his ladies. There is a sweet breeze and the chickens are discussing their day.