My curious familiar, hiding behind the ponytail palm fronds.
As dear John Lennon said, "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans," and today did not turn out at all to be what I thought it would. I got an early text from Jessie who had been put on stand-by for work AND August had woken up feeling very puny with a sore throat. I take it that throats are not supposed to be sore after getting adenoids removed, although the neck may be. So- is he getting another cold or something? He had a little fever but they had told Jessie that a slightly elevated temperature was normal.
So who knows?
I had had two of the most interesting dreams early this morning. One was that I had gone to a very fancy-schmancy elementary school PTA meeting only to remember that I had no more children IN elementary school and I was both relieved and a little sad.
The other dream was quite unlike any dream I've ever had. I was on a boat on some sort of expeditionary trip and there were so many people on the boat with me and they were of all sexes and genders and ages and races and they were all just beautiful, interesting people. I would not mind my brain working on that one and presenting more versions of it.
I pondered those dreams and tried to figure out what I was going to do with my day now that my services as MerMer were unnecessary and what I decided on was to start moving my plants back outside. Now I know it's only February but when the temperatures are reaching the eighties and your plants are almost audibly sighing in need of more light and a real, true, good drenching with a hose, it seems reasonable to risk it all and transfer them back to the porch where they live.
So I began. I swept the porch and then I noticed the un-identified palm that I bought as a house plant and stuck in the dirt and which has huge fronds now, needed at least four of the fronds lopped off because they were brown. So I did that and hauled the fronds to the burn pile and in doing that I realized that there were a lot of downed branches from all the wind we've been getting so I got the garden cart and picked them up and hauled them to the burn pile and then I started moving plants. The ones I could handle on my own, anyway.
The rearranging of the plants on the porch is not unlike doing a puzzle. I have to situate them so that the ones who need the most sun are on the west side of the porch where the afternoon light hits them more directly and of course there also considerations to be made for size. I have various plant stands and tables I set plants on and had completely forgotten the little beautiful green table that has been covered with small plants in the laundry room all winter which I wanted to move out there.
I had not planned on getting Mr. Moon involved today but he volunteered when he came in for lunch and so we got everything moved out. He is such a darling.
I tidied and swept all the areas where the plants had overwintered and cleaned off the table we'd set up in the library which had held a small jungle of plants (see above with jungle-tiger) and folded it up. I set the rug to rights and moved the rocking chair back where it belongs and then I trimmed the plants on the porch and I was happy to see that most of them look to have survived the winter fairly well. Some have even put out new growth which is heartening.
This appears to be just the way they like it.