Two working days until the garden is open. People who know appear surprised to see me anywhere other than up to my elbows in dirt: “It’s this Saturday, right? You must be busy.” Yup, pretty much.
Thing is, with all that attention going to the garden, you can guess where the is time coming from. Here’s a few hints: the kids found their school clothes in the laundry room this morning; we’re almost out of tea because we’ve been out of coffee for a day and a half; the emails from the public library are becoming less and less friendly; knitting – what knitting?
Even so, the center is still holding, thanks to a few very good things:
Caught the cat (the one with the delicate digestive system) in the act of throwing up her breakfast in a brand new place. I never would have found it without her help.
Fifteen minutes before his first soccer practice of the season, we found a pair of cleats in the front closet that fit Six. Not quite sure whose they are. Don’t care. Hoping to have the same luck Thursday with Nine.
The sock had an outing today, riding along to school, and choir practice, and soccer, and fetching Nine from a friend’s house. Didn’t actually make any progress, and it was being carried in a garden tote, but I’m sure it enjoyed the fresh air. (And may I point out that it has a heel: heel #1 on sock #1, turned last week!)
The UPS guy brought me a box. (Yeah, I caved on Knitter’s Almanac, and threw in a copy of Domino Knitting while I was at it. Note to self: update LibraryThing.) These will be under my pillow tonight, seeping into my head while I sleep. At least that’s the plan.
And out there in the garden, lovely things are happening, through no effort of my own, beyond the planting:
Left, Colchicum autumnale; right, white rain lily (Zephranthes candida).