These Things Keep Me Out Of The Pool Halls. Also, The Opium Dens (Sigh)

Those two bunches of blooming oxalis cheer me several times a day as they are on my route from house to garden and also the compost pile.

Close-up. 

Yet another cluster. 

Because Mr. Moon is somewhat occupied with other things at the moment, he's not getting around to mowing the lawn very much which mostly I don't mind at all because I love seeing the tiny flowers that spring up this time of year. So many! And let's tell the truth and admit we do not have a lawn, per se, but we do have a yard and it does occasionally need mowing. Right now the front "yard" needs mowing because the skinny bamboo you can't get rid of by kicking is getting higher by the day and there are other plants growing which someone else needs to deal with because I already have enough on my plate when it comes to that. I am trying to keep up with fallen branches in that area and there are quite few because the trees growing there are mostly water oaks which I've been told by someone who knows, are quite old for that particular variety of oak tree. 
They are showing their age by spitefully throwing off their branches with no regard to person or property. 

Here's the one on the east side of our front yard.

I don't know if you can tell but there's a big ass dead branch just waiting for the right moment to come crashing down. 

Now this one is right by the fence which means it's also right by the power line and Glen has tried to convince the guys who trim the trees around the lines that they should take this tree down because when it falls, which it inevitably will someday, it's going to take the lines with it. 
So far they haven't bought the undeniable fact that an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. 
Which, yeah, sort of applies to this situation. 

I'm tired again tonight and was wondering why. I even told Glen, who came home a few hours ago that I really hadn't done that much today and then I thought about it and I'm not sure what I define as not doing much but I did enough to create a little fatigue in this old, albeit fairly strong, body. One of the things I did which I am most excited about was to weed parts of the garden and plant a row of marigolds from seeds I collected from last year's plants and also, two of the grow bags are now sprinkled with arugula seeds so that we shall have some sort of fresh salad stuff this summer. My zinnias are coming up and my beans are starting to climb the fence with their mysteriously intelligent tendrils who somehow know just where and what to reach out to. The potatoes are looking very fine and the tomatoes I've planted in grow bags don't look too shabby either. 
My peppers? 
Eh. We never have much luck with peppers here and I do not know why. They just never get very big. Same with the eggplant. The squashes and cucumbers and the Seminole pumpkins seem to be fine. The sugar snap peas we planted way too late are finally starting to bloom so perhaps we'll get a few of those. 
And oh! The Thai basil seeds I planted about a month ago (!) are showing up with great vigor and another basil I planted last year and can't remember what country it represents, froze all to hell and not only are there tiny sproutlings of it coming up in the grow bag I planted it in, they are also coming up all around that area in the general dirt. 
Maybe I should just grow a basil jungle. 

Write what you know
Plant what will grow.

Something like that? 

And I did laundry and made a chicken and rice soup for Rachel and Hank and perhaps hardest of all- I made an appointment with our beloved Melissa to get something done with my hair. So next Thursday I'll be sitting in her chair asking for help. The one drawback of the weight loss is that I have lost a lot of hair. At least some of it is growing back and it's all such old granny hair which is fine. It's very soft, sort of springy, and very white. And how the hell do we incorporate that with what I have? I wear my hair up 99% of the time so it doesn't really matter but it does matter a little bit. 

And oh yeah- I did some ironing. Just a little teeny tiny bit. 
And I kicked bamboo. 

I have every right to be mildly fatigued. 

Mr. Moon has come and gone. He had a fishing association of some sort dinner and then tomorrow morning, off we'll go to Magnolia's lunch and then on to soup delivery. On Saturday we'll be picking up August and Levon from Aunt Lily's house Of Fun And Abundant Joy and bringing them back here to spend the night so that Jessie and Vergil can go out of town to celebrate their 10th anniversary. 
Chicken and dumplings and pancakes will be involved.

Now- let me ask this- just where is this mythical land of retired relaxation? 
Steve Reed- are you paying attention? 

Love...Ms. Moon