The wildflowers are blooming their pretty little heads off and butterflies are happy. I took a picture of these on Notre Dame Road when I was taking a walk this morning. They're growing in a little field that no one cuts and I was happy to see their cheerful faces. I walked more slowly than usual today but I did get in three miles and I was content with that. I did not want to walk at all. When I got up, I was so sore in so many places that going back to bed seemed like the best option but unless I'm truly sick, that is not going to happen. I have no idea why I was so sore. I didn't do anything more physically demanding yesterday than bringing in the groceries. Maybe it was all due to my walk and gardening on Monday but whatever, I figured that maybe I just needed to get out and off my butt and move. And it was rather pleasant. This weather is so much kinder for outdoor activities.
This picture comes from Harvey's yard. I noticed the Count a few days ago and wondered where he got it. Harvey's ways, like god's, are mysterious. It looks like a vintage Dracula and I really love it. I'd put it in my yard. Now the platform with the golf clubs is beyond my ability to interpret.
Like I said- mysterious. Same for the Target bag. I do like the look of the whole thing together though. It could be interpreted in many ways but basically, I think it is quite fine.
I came across Harvey himself on part of my walk. He was sitting in the chair by the little take-a-book library and looking through a book. I stopped and we had a nice chat about books. I told him that I put books there sometimes and he liked that. I loved the fact that he may have enjoyed some of the books I've donated.
"You're getting a new roof!" he said. We talked about that and how old my house is and I could not help but wonder if some of his ancestors had helped to build it. And probably not voluntarily. I did not mention that but I do think that his people have lived around here for a long, long time.
And then, well, he said something that made me feel like my life has somehow come full circle. What he said was, "Bless your heart!" He said it with such sincerity and I did feel truly blessed although completely undeserving. "Bless yours too!" I said. Of course at that point I was teary-eyed because I am an emotional old fool.
Isn't it funny how after all these years, he and I have finally made a connection? Has he been wary of me, thinking that I'm a stuck-up old white woman? Or what?
But whatever has made him feel that he can talk to me, I am grateful for it.
And then I went my way, and he went his.
I have almost finished getting in the garden. I worked for several hours this afternoon, doing a little more weeding and then making a few more rows for the Bibb lettuce and the kale. I had intended to get another row of mesclun in but I hit my limit and came back in to cool off and take a shower. I found more sweet potatoes as I was breaking up the dirt in my rows. One rather enormous, the rest quite small. When I was carrying them in, I showed them to one of the guys working here. "Mira! (Look!)" I said. I've not really made any sort of connection with these men. They are here to do a job and they mostly ignore me although we do say hello and good morning. But this man broke into a big smile and I said, "Sweet potatoes!" because I don't really know Spanish at all. Just a few words that come and go in my brain. But he speaks a little English and he asked me if I speak Spanish. I told him that no, I did not, but I wish I did, and he said that he is trying to learn English but it's not so good. I pointed out that I could understand him and then he asked me if I had grown the sweet potatoes and did we grow tomatoes and things like that? I told him that yes, we did and he gave me that lovely smile again and I came on in the house. I wonder if I remind him of his abuela. I would like that.
So that was two very nice tiny connections that have made me feel richer today.
Mr. Moon is trying his hardest to get everything done that he needs to do before he leaves. It's a lot. Insurance stuff, this roofing situation, getting his deer to the place where they will make sausage of it, and all of the things that he does daily to keep our lives running smoothly. I think the man is exhausted and I am so glad that he's going to get to make this trip to Canada. He needs to get away, to be somewhere cooler, to get out into the woods with guys and dogs. The cats and I will be here when he gets back and we will be happy to see him.
I have bought a bag of tiny frozen peas in preparation for his absence. Another reason I'm glad he's going is that I finally and absolutely feel as if I have come to the end of my ability to think of what to cook for supper. I know that I really haven't and I will be cooking for myself because I am not someone who eats cereal for supper when she is alone but there are a few things I can make that he is not so fond of that will please me.
Like tiny peas. Perhaps in a curry with tofu.
We shall see.