Walter, Did YOU Plant This Bamboo?

When I got up this morning I noticed that the screen in the window of the laundry room had fallen down and was somehow involved with a stalk of bamboo. 
What the fuck? I said to myself. 
And then when I went outside to see what was going on, I said, "What the actual fucking fuck?"

Let me interpret what you are seeing. A stalk of bamboo had grown up underneath the crosspiece of the screen and its weight had pulled the screen out of the window. It also broke the crosspiece because those things are made of aluminum which have the strength of a good butter cookie.

And then later on, when I went out to check for more bamboo, I came across this. 

Now that manly stalk has grown up interweaving itself between the wire and the wood of the fence. There's no way I can get rid of it now. There's not even enough room at the bottom to get anything in there to cut it off. It is wedged and woven. 

That shit has got some sort of weird intelligence. 

But my god it's been another beautiful day. I got the sheets out on the line and I could have happily hung laundry for hours, just pinning up mile after mile of sweet-smelling, freshly washed linens and towels. 

What could possibly be more pleasant on a day like this?

I needed to go to town to pick up a few things and of course, Costco was on the agenda. The place was packed today and I do not know why. Easter, probably. But when I went into the liquor store for Tito's vodka, guess who was there? 
Two of my favorite people, that's who. 
Kevin, who recently retired from Costco whom I have missed so much for his great laugh and superior conversational skills had come to do his own shopping, and Brenda, she of the beautiful mermaid eyes was behind the counter. I felt like I'd won a sort of lottery. A lottery of good-timing, at least. 

I made sure to ask them if it was okay for me to post the picture on my blog and they said sure. Brenda already knows about my blog because she's been on it before but Kevin had no idea. I think he may be hazy about what a blog is. We do not discuss blogs. We discuss things like politics and children and so forth. He has a daughter whom he dotes on. As does Brenda! I told Kevin that nobody knows about my blog except for a few people all over the world which I thought was both true and amusing. Brenda laughed, anyway. 

After Costco I decided to stop into the new Tractor Supply right across from Lily's old Publix. I'd never been there. I wanted to see if they had any impatiens to plant and also, I wanted to look at the chicks. 
Which I did. 

I have to tell you that it was not as painful as I thought it would be. Looking at them I had a deep and visceral memory of how much work it takes to raise chicks to maturity and also- well, how could I look at those little faces and buy them, knowing that I was dooming them to a sure and certain death by fox? 
I could not.

I bought a $3.98 succulent and a packet of okra seeds. They had no impatiens. 

On to Publix where of course I bought so much more than I went in for which was specifically two prescriptions and aluminum foil. 

And then home again and Mr. Moon had just gotten back from Moultrie, Georgia where he'd been to a car show to look at vintage cars. He told me that he'd been this close to buying a beautiful, completely restored '55 Chevy and held his long arms out to a span of approximately six feet. They wanted $100,000 dollars for it. 
Can you imagine what I would have had to say about that? 

A few days ago I had just about decided that I was not going to get any more mulberries because a huge flock of birds had taken over the tree. I mean HUGE. They may have been catbirds. But my god, they were stripping the branches of every ripe berry they could get their beaks on. 
Sigh, I said. 

But perhaps they have moved on because I haven't seen them for a few days and after I took the sheets off the line I picked another basketful. I have about a quart of berries now and might even try to make a few small jars of jam tomorrow. 

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may and make your preserves while the berries are ripe. 

For those of you who were interested in what that small wooden sign on my fence says, I took this picture today. 

I assure you that we did not put the plaque there. It was here when we moved in just like the croscomia, the bananas, the azaleas, and the bamboo. And of course the "L" stands for Lloyd. 

Happy Friday, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon