Friday, 2 September 2016
All I wanted to do today was finish reading Lab Girl.
I did not know this about willows, even though I have some big ones on the wild edges of my garden:
I learned so much about plants in the short botanical chapters that are interspersed with her personal story.
A wonderful passage about helping one’s friends:
“Because I know the transcendent value of loyalty, I’ve been to places that a person can’t get to any other way.”
I so identify with this, which is why I cut my hair with garden shears:
“There were certain things in life that Bill would go to almost any length to avoid, and one was going to a barbershop. The very idea of the physical intimacy inherent to the hair-cutting process overwhelmed him.”
This reminds me of the experience of being self employed for 40 years (and why I want to postpone knee surgery because of the need to work and make money):
I did do something for the garden: painted more bamboo poles, and made a couple of excursions of garden admiration.
Finally I found the energy to cut back the big Baptisia in the front garden. Still debating about taking it out.
At night, we watched most of The 1940s House. I do feel that I lived during the blitz, in some strange way.
Saturday, 3 September 2016
Allan had left early in the morning for a boating event in Ocean Shores (tomorrow’s post). J9 came by in the very early afternoon to meet Skooter, and immediately sat on the ground to commune with him. She used to have a big orange cat named Rufus. I was so distracted by our conversation and by rushing around to pick a bouquet that I was ten minutes late to meet Ann (from Portland, the Amateur Botanist) for a late lunch at Salt Pub.
We finished our leisurely lunch and conversation on many important and scintillating topics in time to see the last 20 minutes of the market and to get treats from Pink Poppy Bakery.
Ann departed to drive back to Portland via Astoria and I went home to putter in the garden a bit.
I could take almost as many photos of Kniphofia ‘Earliest of All’ as of Skooter’s tail, and there is a resemblance.
After pulling one wheelbarrow full of weeds, I allowed myself to go indoors and begin a cozy “Farmer’s Market” mystery (Farm Fresh Murder, the first in a series by Paige Shelton). Allan returned, and we finished watching The 1940s House.
Rather amazingly, because of the Labor Day holiday and the good solid rain, we still have two more days off work.
1995 (age 71)
September 3: Rain is forecast so I hurried and picked up the onions that I laid in the “corn patch” to cure. For now they are in the garage in the wheelbarrow until I have time to sort them.