Friday, 17 February 2023
at home
Quite maddenly, we still did not have reading weather. I had to go out and garden in the afternoon or I would have felt guilty. Way back when in Seattle, I could read in good weather while (somewhat) ignoring guilt about my garden. I remember that I’d feel bad but keep reading anyway, and go out for a pressured hour in the late afternoon. I’ve lost that ability to read in dry weather and need to regain it because there are many books to read before I die. One idea is to spray paint a white chaise longue green and out it out in the shady garden this summer. Maybe I’d feel ok about reading if I were out there.
The cats had no problem staying indoors on the rather chilly day.






Outdoors, I played with river rocks by the swales and then could not resist digging some more in the deep path. I soon was no longer cold.




I left the garden in the late afternoon light…


Acer griseum (paperbark maple) has beautiful backlit peeling bark that will get more showy the older it gets.




…and went indoors to churn out six blog posts in two hours, which I can do now because of the speed and ease of my new MacBook. Now I am fervently hoping for a week of true reading weather.
[I did get the reading weather, some of it worrisomely cold outdoors, thus there will be another blog break.]