A Rather Odd Day

I know it's hard to get any sort of scale from that picture but that is a Mexican basil plant that we stuck in a big pot when it was a mere twiglet and it has grown so tall and so full that it's broken itself and is still growing vigorously from the broken part and the non-broken part. The Thai basil is just about as big and they are a delightful and welcome addition to our salads in these days of no fresh lettuce. Throw in the fact that it does appear that arugula can take the heat nicely and we are having some very fine salads here right now. I am so excited to discover that arugula is quite capable of growing during the summer months and hereafter I will be planting it regularly throughout the the hot months in order to always have some fresh on hand. 

Theoretically, at least. 

I believe I may have come a little too close to having a heat attack today. I went outside and dragged the garden cart to the burn pile and dumped the contents which were weeds and branches I'd taken from the camellia bed and I took the compost out and all of that probably took about ten minutes at which point I was already sweating profusely and I mean PROFUSELY plus I was feeling dizzy. 
This, after ten minutes. And it hasn't even been that hot today. Didn't even get up to 90 degrees. So, basically a cold snap. 
I don't usually experience dizziness although once in awhile I will, nothing too severe, just a little lightheadedness and a tippy feeling but it always passes quickly which I figured it would do today. So I went ahead with my plans to work in the garden to pull weeds and get things cleared for the fall planting and since I was kneeling I wasn't worried about falling over or anything. I've never passed out in my life but there can always be a first time. 
So there I was on my knees, yanking weeds up and pulling dead vines and picking the random crowder pea here and there when I started getting a headache which is another thing I rarely suffer from. Because I am stupid I continued on until I realized that sweat was coming off of me in drops big enough to drown a worm in (although not a Georgia Thumper) and that I really should get back inside and cool off. 
So I did. It took awhile but after sitting and shelling peas in the AC for about an hour, I felt fine again. No dizziness or headache but I really do not need to do that. It's not like if I don't get the garden cleared now my family will not die from lack of collard greens this winter. 

I've been in mourning all day long. That is not really hyperbole, either. We finished watching the last episode of "Reservation Dogs" last night and I cried hard. I cannot tell you how much I love that show. 
I don't have it in me to describe the series in any way that would do credit to it. I am just in awe of the writing, the acting, the humor, the pain, the joy, the characters...the stories. 
If you can get the series which is on Hulu and also Youtube, I think, please give it a try. If it does not appeal to you, well- we all have vastly different taste in the things that we enjoy. But if you fall in love with it, you will be so glad you found it. 

And of course I will be watching it again because that is how I do things. 

In the saga that never seems to end- more news of Tom and the Tiny House. Last we spoke of this, Mr. Moon had decided to let go of any of his expectations that Tom would ever move into the little home that he had spent so much time on, trying to make a place where Tom could live in far more comfort and safety. So he had told Tom that if he needed him for anything to call him, otherwise, he was done working on the house, that Tom really did not seem to want to move into. 
And a few days ago, Tom called Glen and told him that he'd bought grab bars for his bathroom and asked if he could come and install them and of course, Glen did. He said that he found Tom sitting on the bed in the tiny home looking out the window and he said, "Just looking at my new view." Tom also tried to operate the TV with the remote and Glen helped him with that. 
Glen did not push him, he just did what Tom asked, and we do have hopes that perhaps he will find his way to move in. 

All will be revealed, as we used to say. 

Here's the new pillow from The Bad Girls Get Saved By Jesus Thrift Store that my husband has already claimed.

It has been thoroughly washed and dried. Doesn't it look like something I would bring home? 

And here's a butternut squash I found when I was crawling around the garden this afternoon on my knees. 

Just a baby. Completely volunteer. Came up from a seed that I'd thrown in the compost. 

And just for fun, here's a little clip from "Reservation Dogs" with Uncle Brownie and William Knifeman who is a spirit that only a few can see. 

Watch it or don't. 

I'll love you either way...Ms. Moon