Saturday, 13 February, 2016
A rainy and windy day let me type for eleven hours straight and finish transcribing my mother’s garden diaries and set them up to publish at the end of each month through December 2016. I’ll also be sharing garden-related passages daily (when they correspond to the current date). The end of month posts will be expanded and illustrated. I am so happy to have this done; finished at 10:30 PM.Some thoughts: My mom’s gardening schedule was similar to mine, as she often did not get out the door till 1 PM. She inspires me to want a better kitchen garden; perhaps I’ll follow through on that if I can this year. Or next. It would involve some fencing and time. I note that my mom had no social life other than neighbors dropping in occasionally. I know she missed going to “Hutnik’s”, the local burger place, with my dad. And….I wish I had tried harder for us to be closer. I tried, and tried, but not hard enough. At least here, I can contribute to her not being one of the billions of us who disappear into death without leaving a trace. I’m hoping his paw will be healed enough by Monday for him to have freedom to go outside again. I feel that he is depressed and bored. A flash of an idea: The east window is impossible to clean, being slid “open” all the time due to the cat door insert, allowing spider webs to build up between the panes. What if we could find an old window that would fit in the space and match the look of our neighbours’ porch window? Allan went out on errands. He brought from the post office a book which I got for free as the publisher had purchased a photo of mine (of Artemisia ‘Powis Castle’) which the author had found on this blog. I look forward to reading the book. Finally after 10:30 we had dinner and watched a film. I cannot recommend it highly enough; don’t be fooled by the first ten minutes seeming too slow:
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Sunday, 14 February 2016
Two blog posts written. Wordpress suddenly opened in the old editor, making my day much happier.What I really wanted to do was read all day…that Dan Pearson book from the library. It is only 4 PM: I still have six hours of reading time before dinner. Tomorrow, we may work with Sea Star rain or shine.Finally at last:
There are no posts from mom’s garden diaries that correspond with these dates.