You Know I Have To Say This: Happy Day They Crucified My Lord!

I never think that things are going to take as long as they do. Now, my husband is far worse than I am when it comes to time estimates but I'm pretty bad. Also, I have to throw laziness in there for me. And the but-firsts, wherein you're going to do something but first you have to do something else like when you go to make the bed but first you have to convince the cat to nap elsewhere.
Okay, it's usually more involved than that. 
But this morning I woke up, and Glen was already up and out of the house to head to the river to fish. And I didn't sleep crazy late or anything because I really had planned to get a few things done in the garden and go take a walk before it got too hot and then go to Publix and then get some of the Easter cooking done. 
Well, you know how that goes.

I did not get my okra planted, which is one of the things I'd really wanted to do. Yesterday Mr. Moon made me beautiful straight rows to plant the seeds in but they remain empty of seeds. I don't know why I'm planting okra. It is the most contrary damn plant. It draws ants like crazy which bite the hell out of you when you pick, and the leaves sort of sting you and it can be a damn mess. Also, I never seem to do very well with my okra. However, hope springs eternal and I love okra and pickled okra is about the best thing in the whole world. So why not give it another try? We have the dirt, we have seeds. Might as well.
But that point is moot today because no, I did not plant it and the only thing I did in the garden before I went to Publix was to turn on the sprinklers. I didn't take a walk either. This does not surprise me nor does it surprise you, I imagine. 
I did wash the sheets and got the bed remade so that was done. 
Then I went to Publix which was crowded with all the other people buying their ham and their Hawaiian rolls. I don't know why but I didn't buy my ham at Costco this year. I think I'm just tired of their ham. It's the only ham I eat all year, usually, and I thought I'd go for another brand so I did and it's not pre-sliced like the Costco kind so maybe it'll be moister. 
I can hear you vegetarians gagging as we speak. 
Sorry. 

When I got home I did turn off the sprinklers and pick the collards for Sunday. My collards and kale both are browning and gettin' et by bugs as we say around here. But I got plenty to cook. And this whole chore of getting the collards picked and cut up and in the pot and cooking took me at least an hour and I'd estimated I could do it in about half an hour although why, I do not know. It's not like I've never done this before. But at least they are in the pot, simmering away and after a day's rest, they will be even better on Sunday. 
I was going to get a green bean casserole ready to bake. I volunteered to make that casserole because I still have a goodly number of jars of green beans I canned last year in the pantry and if things go as they generally do with the rattlesnake beans, I'm about to be awash in fresh ones very soon. I'll do that tomorrow. There's always tomorrow, isn't there? 
No. No there is not. 
But in this case, yes there is. 

Yesterday it took me all day to do the plant-potting-swap-meet thing. I repotted my beloved seagrape that I grew from seed I picked up under the seagrapes near Wabasso beach a few years ago when we were visiting Roseland. I really hope it will survive the transplant into a bigger pot. I was so careful of it and its roots. 

In the pot it had been in, I planted two small mangos that I started from Roseland mangos when we got back from our trip down there for my birthday when we both got Covid and yet, speaking only for myself, was one of the best vacations of my life. And god, those mangos were good. Thanks, Glenn! (Our wonderful landlord down there.)

I planted three other small seagrapes that I had dug up on that trip (with Glenn's permission of course) into bigger pots than they were in

and finally, I repotted two fish tail palms that I also dug up in Roseland. I put those on the front porch rather than the kitchen porch because I think they were getting more sun than they like. 

All this talk about plants from Roseland is making homesick as hell. Which has nothing to do with anything.

Mr. Moon is home. Four nice little bream are cleaned and on ice in the refrigerator for tomorrow night's supper. Tonight we are having a veggie lasagna inspired by this post by our beloved Boud at Field and Fen. Hopefully, she is doing well in her recovery from hip replacement surgery with her usual determination and all of the skills and knowledge she has acquired from the last few weeks as she has prepared herself for the surgery. 

Here's what the swing-porch Ashe magnolia is looking like today.

I feel sure that by tomorrow, it will have unfurled fully, presenting itself to god and everyone. Including me. 

Happy Friday, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon