|The (Secret) Garden Project|
I am turning into a weekend diarist, aren't I? That wasn't what I envisioned when I started this.
Today, my dearly beloved was at the stable taking care of Diva for me, and he ran into a woman I'd met just last Monday ... about an hour before I had to go flying out of there like the proverbial bat out of hell. She said to John, "I met your wife! She does exist! We were starting to wonder if you had her in the trunk or something..." Funny, huh? We all had a good laugh, except that its not the first time someone has said something like that. Truly, I have got to repossess my own life.
Okay, enough whinging, as the Brits say. Here's some good stuff: I planted some Lemon Balm. Also, the thermometer is showing 120 degrees in the compost pile! Yahoo, its finally working! I did sign up for the workshop though, which is scheduled for the day before Bonnie's wedding. I'm not sure that was smart, but after all, its just an hour and a half. Might drag April with me too, since she's going to be in town, and if so, I think I'll give her the complementary compost bin ... since I already have one. Or maybe it should go to Bonnie. I could be the Ambassador for Compost! Hell, I could be Compost Queen!
Doesn't *that* say it all??
Something is eating my tomatoes, starting about yesterday, but all in all, the tomatoes this year have been gorgeous and I've been enjoying them. The roses are doing better too - they are an amazingly fragrant variety from Heirloom Roses in Oregon, called, appropriately "Velvet Fragrance". I did have to pull the plug on my zucchini plant, though. I felt really bad about that, but it positively hated being in one of those topsy-turvey planters, and the stress made it the very birthplace of ... powdery mildew. I felt like a vet on the battlefield, weeding the doomed from the strong, and I felt terrible, but I yanked that poor beleaguered, doomed plant. I think it was the right decision.
One of the nicest things about having a diary on OpenDiary is reading the other diaries. I've left notes on a couple of them, thoughtful, expressive writers with a sense of wonder at the world and a way with words. It made me look at some of my friends, too - some I've met in the "real world", a few I haven't, but overall, I have to say that the net has made it possible for me to connect with kindred spirits in a way I never could have imagined in my twenties. I'm immeasurably richer for it.
I am pretty wiped out right now, and am going to sign off and go take a bubble bath. And maybe call April. She's going to be here soon - I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait. And I'll see her in Seattle in October as well; I'm looking forward to the pajama party.
Note to Self: Remember to buy Dolores her Peppermint Patties. She loves those, and she doesn't get them in the UK. Maybe I could trade her for Pontrefact cakes? I'm craving licorice.