Monday, 16 May 2016
Another night of five hours of sleep because when I awaken, I think about the Job in Jeopardy and that is the end of sleep. I need an answer (and was supposed to have one last Friday) so I can be done with this.
I recently finished this small memoir by Patti Smith:
Allan found it for me. She is a genius. I adore her. One chapter explains the lyrics of her song Kimberly, one of my all time favourites.
The album Horses and the song Kimberly changed my life when I checked it out of the library in 1978. I picked it out just because I liked horses. It led me to a new circle of friends and a chain of events that led me here.
When Allan returned my books to the library, he saw that a fellow had walked into the garden to sit on the wall for lunchtime.
Allan spent his day mowing and then cutting up wood to make the slats for the top of the new arbor.
Meanwhile, I weeded.
Today’s weeding project:
Three and three quarter hours later:
I now have a good spot cleared for my mother’s yellow rhododendron in case it comes to live in my garden later this week.
The weeding stopped three hours before dark as we had an important social event.
Melissa’s birthday at Salt Pub
Those poppies have seeded themselves into river rock laid on top of heavy landscape fabric (from before Salt came into being and not our choice, as the fabric makes it hard to plant anything in it). Tough and determined poppies, how I love them.
Both the Boreas and Patti’s garden are jobs I have passed on to Dave and Melissa (Sea Star Gardening) and both are delighted with their work.
We looked down and saw our neighbour and friend, Rudder:
Five of us lingered downstairs for awhile after the party.
Tomorrow: back to work for a busy four day week.
1997 (age 73):
May 16: Don (a neighbor) hung 17 baskets on front porch.
1998 (age 74):
May 16: Watched (listened to) two basketball games while I continued planting seeds. I have 10 flats in the Floralight and a couple on bathroom. Marianne Binetti wrote that it’s ok to bring fuchsia and begonia baskets out. So that’s my project for next week. [Mom was a great admirer of Marianne Binetti’s gardening column in the newspaper.]