The Pink, The Pure, And The Putrid

Here's the little wild rose I discovered in a pine field beside one of my walking routes. It has a bee on it, as you can see. I am just so charmed with this plant. WHAT is it doing there? I noticed another one today, growing a few feet away and I want so badly to dig this smaller one up and bring it home. But would that be wrong? I know that a lot of people wouldn't give it a second thought. I have no doubt that whoever owns that field doesn't even know it's there and wouldn't care if they did. Plus, that plant is right in the middle of a path that looks as if it gets mowed now and then so it's just going to get cut back. 
I'm rationalizing theft. 
I remember when I first moved to Lloyd and began checking out places to walk, I found a little dirt road that's not far from here where I still occasionally walk. The road was lined on both sides by wild ferns and I started taking a spoon with me- yes, a spoon- to dig some up from the hard clay ground. I had no compunction about doing this and I'm not sure why. I planted them in what is now the camellia bed which at that time was basically a big old weedy area that I worked hard to clear. Some of them are still growing and they bring me pleasure. 
So why is the thought of digging this rose up and bringing it home feel so, well, not right? Especially now that I know there are two plants. I would only take one. 
I will ponder this, as I do, and one of these days maybe I'll stick a trowel in my pocket (is that a digging device in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?) along with a nice sized plastic bag and have my way with the little beauty growing down the road. 
I feel evil just talking about this. 

So today went by like the shadow of a fish in a fast-moving river. I don't know why. I took a walk and actually got out before noon which was a novelty. It was still way too hot. I've gotten out my BIG porch fan and plugged that daddy in. 

Now that fan will cool you off. By the time I was back to practically normal body temperature, Candie had arrived to clean. For one reason and another she hasn't been able to make it for several weeks so it was very nice to have her back. 
And then, because I love overheating so much I picked the green beans and squash. Those jar lids are going to come in handy very soon!

I got out my recipe for cream of squash soup and I know that there was something I added to that recipe to increase the deliciousness but damn if I can remember what. Another thing to ponder. Probably some kind of cheese and nutmeg. Or something. 

And then Liz Sparks came out to bring Mr. Moon her dad's truck that he was buying. Long story there but the truck needed to be sold and Glen bought it. So I got to spend some time with her, talking and visiting which was wonderful as always, while Glen filled out all the forms. He drove her home but first I had to give her a bag of vegetables to take with her. 

Just a few minutes ago she sent this picture of what she was cooking in her wok.

And that makes me happy. 

I've been reading updates on the Trump trial all day long. It's been a day fraught with tension, from what I've read. Stormy Daniels took the stand and from what the NYT's reporter said, gave quite the descriptive narrative of having sex with DT. 
I know. I KNOW. Go wash with bleach. Then inject a little as I hear that doing so may rid you of the Corona virus. 
In all seriousness, this trial is a big deal, from Trump's lawyers and accountants talking about how he handles his business to hearing about the sordid underbelly of the grocery store tabloid industry to having a former porn star sit on a witness stand, swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and then relate what sounds like one of the worst possible encounters of a sexual nature that ever happened and which does not, in the least, make a former president of the United States look like anything but like the slimy, ugly, grasping little man he is. 

As I so often say, that is enough of THAT. 

Stay tuned for more adventures in gardening and trial updates. Not to mention the purloining of plants. 

Love...Ms. Moon