It Really Is Too Hot

 Not very pretty is it? 
Well, no. It's not. But that's the south end of the garden, cleared of pea vines, zinnias (almost!) and weeds, ready for okra and whatever else we put in next. Arugula, possibly. I still haven't planted more and yet I am still getting enough from what I planted months ago to add that delicious pepper bite to our salads. And, some of it I didn't even plant. It reseeded from the last year's plants. Arugula is one tough yet tender bitch of a green. 
I like that in a plant. Tough and tender is something I like in a man too. Or a woman, for that matter. 
I waited way too late this morning to get out to work. Full sun and no breeze. Just heat and humidity which put the humility into me real fast. After about half an hour I was done. I could absolutely feel my body yelling at me to get my ass back in the house which I did. And oh, I forgot to mention that some big-ass red ants managed to crawl up my pant's leg. It was not a great gardening session in any way, shape, or form. 
I felt a bit humiliated. And now what was I going to do? Mr. Moon and Jim were back over at Tom's, doing more clearing out. They'd also gone to Monticello to get title work done on Tom's Subaru. Their duties have included both the physical and the legal and they are such a good team with both. 
But anyway, I decided to go ahead and shell the small basketful of peas I'd picked in the last few days which allowed me to watch another episode of The Bear, guilt-free. 
Y'all. It wrecked me. 
And I have to take back everything I said about Jamie Lee Curtis and her overacting and how she annoyed me, because she absolutely slayed in this episode. She and the woman who plays her daughter had almost all the screen time in this one and at first, when she came into the scene, I was like, "Oh god. Here we fucking go." 
And it was that way at first. 
She was the most annoying woman in the world. Her daughter, whose husband was out of town, had gone into labor and was unable to get in touch with anyone except her mother and so she called her despite the fact that their relationship was...fraught...to say the least. 
I won't go deeply into it and it wasn't all entirely realistic but what killed me, just killed me, was that in a short space of time, the two women were able to be honest with each other and drop the pretenses and excuses and expose themselves with more truth and nakedness than they ever had before. And this all happened in the context of a woman being in a hospital room with her daughter who was giving birth to her own daughter, remembering what it had been like to have her own children, both the pain and the pride and the joy she'd experienced, along with the resentments and fears she'd felt all those years ago. 
There was no huge apology scene nor was there a moment when an epiphany struck either one of them. It was more of an example of allowing oneself to be vulnerable enough to listen and to accept the love being offered, no matter its vast imperfections and the pain it had caused. 
The actor who played the daughter is Abby Elliot and her acting abilities astound me. 
You do NOT see her acting which is my highest praise.
And I can only say that Jamie Lee Curtis's performance as that mother today was the best thing I've ever seen her do. She ripped my heart out. 
I don't have the words to describe it, really. But it left me grieving for the fact that my mother and I never once had that sort of real connecting and perhaps we could have. 
I guess our walls were too high, too wide and walls like that are built for many reasons over a lifetime, mostly for protection. My mother was with me once when I gave birth. I actually invited her to be there and I'm not sure why except that I guess I was still hoping we could make that sort of connection, that we could heal in that context, perhaps. Turned out that I really had very little sense that she was even there and if any healing occurred, I do not remember it. 
What I do remember is that after Lily was born (for it was her birth), she took Hank and May and got them supper at Burger King, I think, and brought Glen and me the very best hamburgers and french fries anyone on this earth has ever eaten or will ever eat and I do remember that with gratefulness. 

Nothing else of real interest happened today except that I have realized that I honestly do NOT know how to take photographs. 
I just don't. I think I may be doing everything backwards. I need some damn lessons as to how to operate a camera, specifically the one on this iPhone.

Oh well, I'm having fun trying to figure it out. 

That little cluster of white flowers below the marigolds is a bloom of the spirea which has absolutely no reason to be blooming now. It is an early spring bloomer. 
Ah-lah. The times they are a changing. 

Love...Ms. Moon