Did You Get To Church On Time?

I believe someone may need to give her lenses a wipe. I say "lenses" because the camera in my phone does indeed have three lenses. Once again, though, I have to say that the detail I can get with that camera never ceases to amaze me. 
And that is the first blossom I have seen on the spirea which is planted beside the old photo studio which does get enough sun to bloom. It's covered with buds and it won't be long until the entire bush looks like it's snow-covered from a distance. For those of you who are not familiar with this plant, it is a bridal wreath spirea and you can see why. Each one of the tiny blooms would make a perfect wreath for a little mouse bride. Or Barbie, I guess, if your mind tends towards that image. 
Either or both. 

It did not seem to matter much to my inner body clock to get up, if  not an hour earlier this morning, then at least a half hour earlier. Even by the reset time it wasn't obscenely late. Especially not for a Sunday. 
Perhaps I was just ready to get up. I'd had a terrible dream that is still shaking me. I would call it a nightmare. It was one of those dreams where the absolute reality of an emotion is so strong that it comes back over and over again over the course of a day and probably much longer. However, the power of the emotion does finally fade and I know that and I know why I had the dream and I know what it means although there was one aspect of it that I am not quite sure about and I feel certain that I am aware of the reason for that too. 
Some dreams do not require the insight of a therapist to interpret. Or, as I sometimes say, "No need to call Freud on this one."

But all of this is to say I was ready to get up. 

We had the Sunday breakfast and life was leisurely for awhile. It seems that Glen's recovery wasn't entirely miraculous in that he is still having upper respiratory stuff with a bit of a headache and a cough and he just does not feel good. He shouldn't have gone to the drag race thing yesterday but he did and that's water under the bridge or sinus drainage down the throat. Whatever. He doesn't have a fever but if he continues to feel a little off, I'll make him do a Covid test. This could all be allergies. The pollen is starting to blow about. Soon everything will be coated with yellow and everyone will be complaining and coughing and sneezing and walking around with weeping red eyes and all the car washes will be working overtime. 

All I really did today of any worth was to dig up that one spirea that was too near where I want to plant the azalea. And it was not easy. The hardest part was trying to free the roots from the very, very large roots of the oak tree right beside it. After an hour in which I had almost freed the plant from earth but could go no further with it, I asked Mr. Moon to help me and he did. 
I think I have found where I'm now going to plant THAT. Moving plants around is like moving furniture around when you get a new piece but don't want to get rid of whatever it's replacing. Know what I mean? And you can't just leave a healthy spirea beside the curb although I would gladly leave all those aloes some place where I never had to think about them again. Aloes are too juicy to burn and if I just pile them up in the woods, they're going to root and the problem will only be transferred and intensified. Not solved. Bagging them and taking them to the dump seems ridiculous. Also dangerous. 
Perhaps I'll have Mr. Moon put an ad on FB Marketplace to give them away to anyone who wants to come and dig them up. I wonder if I'd get any takers. 

Boy. Am I rambling tonight. 
Yes. Yes I am. 

Obviously I really have nothing to talk about. 

I should probably just go make our supper. I don't even have any more pictures. I do see that the wisteria is starting to show signs of life. I'll take a picture tomorrow. 

Until then...

Love...Ms. Moon