Busy Day

This morning… it seems like I did something, but it is terribly far away & I can’t remember what it is. Then P came and got me & said, “I have something you can do if you’re looking for something to do!” — which I wasn’t, but eh. He took me ’round back & pointed at our honeysuckle plant. It lives on a trellis. Because it’s spring time, it’s starting to get unruly. With last weekend’s snow, the weight of the plant & the snow on the trellis, had pulled it partway over. I started in on a spring trim & decided to just hack it all back to wood. Honeysuckle is ridiculously hardy & it’ll come back easy-peasy & it won’t pull the trellis over. Then we wandered over to the camellia bush. Did a little clean up on it & P started in on the raspberries and we quickly realized we needed some yard waste bags having totally filled the yard waste bin with grass clippings & honeysuckle (frankly, I’m amazed the honeysuckle all fit in there — I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to).

I came in to fix the girls lunch. Sat down from the morning’s work & P comes trotting in & asks if I want to go to the garden store. Um, duh! So we piled the entire family in the car and drove off to the garden store. And we couldn’t just get yard waste bags! Nooo! Mama picked up black pansies, basil, Italian parsley, mint… maybe a few other things. The girls picked out many multi-colored pansies, and watched the big koi in the fish pond, and gleefully ambled down all the little rock paths & asked if we could by that? That? That? How ’bout that? P picked out tomatoes, marigolds, hefted heavy bags of potting soil for mama, and was very patient while all his girls ran amok.

Then we came home & potted many plants but still didn’t quite get through all of them. I thought I was going to have pots big enough to pot tomatoes in, but nooooo… I don’t really want to plant them in the ground, because what if the house sells? On the other hand, if the house sells… I guess we could buy some more. And if not then… damn. At least we’ll have home grown tomatoes, which are, increasingly, the only kind worth eating.

Then we had a tasty grilled salmon & fancy potatoes for dinner, the girls got tossed in the tub while I cleaned the fish tanks, & here we are watching Dirty Jobs. Seems to have been a pretty good day.

My little fairy says, “There are shortcuts to happiness. Dancing is one of them.”