Spring Fever

I went to the post office this morning as I was expecting to get some seeds in the mail. These seeds were being sent by blog friend and very sweet lady, Jennifer, who blogs at Sparrow Tree Journal. We both like to garden and she is very into heirloom seeds and so kindly offered to send me some of her favorites. They DID arrive today and I got so excited that I drove to town in the RAIN (well, drizzle) to a nursery to get what I needed to start seedlings. 

Before I did that, I stopped by the Gypsy Soul place with an item in mind to actually buy. I wanted to get some lavender oil. Now one would think that a store that reeks of incense and homemade soap would have essential oils, right? But one would be wrong. They DID have "Full Moon Infused Water" in tiny bottles for five dollars, labeled with the different moons the water had been collected in. 

Meaning what, I wonder? Did someone turn a tap on when the moon was full? And what is one supposed to do with Full Moon Infused Water?

But there was no lavender oil. Or any essential oils for that matter. 

Sigh.

Mr. Moon went to a basketball game in the early afternoon and met the Weatherfords there. FSU was playing Duke, where Vergil attended college for his undergraduate work. So I knew they were going to have a good time and I think they did. Glen said that August ate 3/4's of a huge container of popcorn. I am not surprised. And I went to a nursery. I found the potting cups I wanted and some plastic trays to go underneath them, labels for the various seeds, and starting soil mix. I know I could have found everything around here except the soil mix to substitute for the store bought items but I wanted to get those pretty little tomato seeds in dirt as quickly as possible. After I collected all of my seedling needs inside the nursery, I went outside where the plants are kept and bought myself three small pots with a periwinkle plant in each and two small pots of Thai Basil. There was hardly anyone at the nursery and I had a tiny, very real moment of happiness as I wondered around and looked at plants in the rain. 

They all looked so glad for the sky water. 

And then I came home and carefully planted my seeds. 

Jennifer wrote the names of each variety on the little bags the seeds were in and I even looked them all up and wrote down a little description of them in a notebook. Oh, I hope they just burst out of those peat pots and demand to be planted in the garden. 
I did discover something about myself that I did not know while doing this. You know how some people have sensory sensitivities? Well, I've never thought I did, although some substances do not make me especially happy to touch. But in handling those peat pots I realized that touching them, handling them, was almost agonizing for me. I know, I know- makes no sense but there you go. 
I put on gloves. Problem solved.

All right. I'm late getting started on supper. It's still raining a nice drizzle that I'm sure all of the plants outside are loving and the bird frogs are singing raucous and jolly tunes about how much they're enjoying it. Gosh, they're loud.

Oh. Guess who has Covid now? 

Lily. I guess it's really going around. She says that Lauren is taking good care of her. I'm sure she is. She's a dear girl and a good woman. And obviously, the Weatherfords have all recovered nicely. I feel certain that Lily will too. 

Love...Ms. Moon