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That is a sugar snap pea blossom. Finally, after months of just hanging out on the fence, the vines have started blooming. I now know they can survive freezes just fine but when it comes to thriving, they seem to need warmer temperatures. 
I don't know. I really don't know anything. Well, I know that the pea vines are so pretty and the blossoms are so...ladylike. As I always say, when Mother Nature finds a design she likes, she is not afraid to use it over and over again. 

Really, the garden is looking as pretty as it'll ever look. Here's some kale.

And lettuce there on the right. I don't think I've ever grown such pretty greens. Here are the salad greens I picked for our supper, washed and ready for the salad bowl.

And yes, that IS the forty-seven thousandth, nine-hundred and sixty-second picture of salad greens I've posted over the years. 

Y'all- I'm tired. I am the most unmotivated I've been in my entire life. I am not doing shit. If I get a load of laundry done and put away and the trash taken to the dump and a meal made, I'm having a good day. 
I'm not sure what's up with me. I think some of it has to do with feeling like nothing really matters anymore. Am I quoting Freddie Mercury? Maybe I'm just suffering from some sort of existential exhaustion. Maybe I'm dying. 
Well, aren't we all? 

And this reminds me of the Bob Dylan song, "It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)" wherein he sings, "He who is not busy being born is busy dying." 
Yeah, well, I am certainly not busy being born. 
I bet he still sings that in his endless concert tours. Bless Dylan, that ephemeral spirit-poet of our generation. 

I went to town today briefly. I decided that I'd make my sweetheart some chocolate truffles for Valentine's Day. Lis taught me how to make them and they are the easiest thing in the world to make. And are about the most delicious thing in the world to eat. Here are the ingredients:
Bittersweet chocolate.
Cream.

You can get fancy and roll them in cocoa or chopped pecans or coconut or whatever you want. 
So I needed to get the two ingredients, which I did, and I got to see Lily in the not-yet open Publix Liquor Store where she's going to be working. That was nice. They're getting it all together. There's something that makes my heart so happy when Lily introduces me to coworkers. "This is my mommy," she says. 
I soften like bittersweet chocolate in steaming cream. 

I started my new Frida puzzle today. Really, if I could spend my entire days working on jigsaw puzzles and reading I would be perfectly content. I'm reading a book called Singer Distance by Ethan Chatagnier. I picked it out at random at the library and I have no idea how to describe it. Here's what Tin House has to say about it. 

It's not quite like anything I've ever read and so far, I like it very much. Martians are involved. The first chapter book I think I ever read was called "Marooned on Mars." I got it from one of the six or so bookcase shelves in the Roseland Community Center where there was a sort-of library open one evening a week. I've loved Science Fiction ever since. Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land, which also involved Martians, informed some of my most profound realizations in high school. 

I am hoping that tomorrow is a better day. It has rained today, off and on, and has been gloomy again. Perhaps that is part of the problem. Again- I have no idea. 

I do have to say that I was sorry to hear of the death of Bob Edwards who was known mostly for his many years as a journalist and broadcaster on NPR. So many of us loved his voice. I'll never forget how, on 9/11, before any of us really had the slightest idea of what was happening, the sound of his voice was so comforting and reassuring. If Bob Edwards was on the radio, the world had not quite come to an end yet. And if it did, he would have calmly ushered us into the inevitable. 

Love...Ms. Moon