Another perfectly gorgeous day here in North Florida. The azaleas may turn out to be stunning after all. I've got a bush of them in the back yard right by the HVAC unit that's never done much but in the last year I've been throwing scraps out there so that the chickens will scratch around, get rid of the encroaching border grass, fertilize with their poop and work whatever they don't eat into the dirt where it breaks down as compost.
That has worked nicely.
The horrible, awful, dreadful invasive Bradford pears are blooming and as much as I can't stand them, their blossoms do look like white, puffy clouds now.
Especially against the huge, glossy green leaves of the magnolia.
Soon it will be time for it to bloom and how happy that makes me. The wisteria should be purpling up quickly now too.
The native Buckeye that I planted has starting flowering.
Its baby is doing well. I check on it every day and clear away the ferns and anything else growing around it so that it won't be choked out. I cannot tell you how much that little volunteer thrills me.
I went out to the garden and weeded for about half an hour and then put down my trowel and said, "That's enough." I don't know what the hell I'm going to do this summer when it actually gets hot. It's not even so much that I can't bear it, it's more that I just don't want to. I was texting two of my best and dearest friends from nursing school today and I told them that I have become a very cranky old woman.
One of them replied, "You???? Nah..."
It's like she still knows me.
Here's a picture I took in my kitchen of another string of pots. Bigger pots, but still smallish. I bought these in Cozumel at the mercado.
The lovely and valuable Senor y Senora came from some thrift store, no doubt. I have no memory of when or where. Owen used to insist that they were his mama and his daddy when he was a tiny boy so that's how I always think of them.
We changed our clocks back last night. No, wait. Forward. We changed them forward. I get so confused. For at least a week I'll be saying to myself, "The clock says five o'clock but it's really four o'clock..."
I woke up this morning and my phone (which of course is magical) had changed the time on by itself and it said that it was 1:00 a.m. and I was like, "But I went to sleep at 11:00 and that was 12:00 in DST so...wait a minute. Have I actually been asleep?"
I have figured that out today but in my groggy state I was almost convinced I was in Bizarro World which is not far from the truth.
When I woke up this morning I had been dreaming that I was going to take a road trip with two friends and a set of parents but I couldn't find the right purse and I hadn't really packed (this is another dream theme for me) and then, well I couldn't go on a road trip because I found a beautiful horse in full regalia on a trailer that needed to be saved and I HAD to save it, right? and I thought, "Well, shit. I don't even know how to take a bridle or the reins or a saddle off a horse," at which point the horse turned into a cow and I took the cow home and I was trying to figure out what to do with the cow and there was a phone number on a bottle of Dr. Bronner's that I needed to call to find out but of course I still didn't have the right purse- the one with my phone in it- and on the whole, I was pretty happy to wake up.
Some dreams make a modicum of sense and some just do not. Brain confetti.
So here it is, six o'clock in the evening, bright as it was yesterday at five o'clock- imagine that! and we'll be eating supper in the daytime which I hate because it reminds me of when I was a kid and had to go to bed when it was still light out and other kids were still whooping it up outside, enjoying their happy, fun-filled lives, but at least when my body wants to go to bed at nine the clock will say that it's ten which is a decent hour for an adult to go to sleep.
You still with me?
Bless your heart.
Bless your heart.
Bless mine too while we're at it.
I'll try to stay more on task tomorrow but there are no guarantees.