Monday, 13 March 2017
As I write the first part of this in the mid afternoon, the rain is not as fierce as it was this morning. In my youth…maybe five years ago…I would have leapt out to do some work. Now, I feel less like working in the drizzle. I added last week’s one day of work to the time sheet and was shocked to see we’ve eight rain and windy bitter cold and even snow days off. Meanwhile, I’m embarrassed to report that Dave and Melissa bundled up in rain gear and worked through almost ALL the weather.
My excuse today: The soil is boggy and the plants are all drenched. What a wimp!
I did take a walk in the soft rain throughout the garden.
The top of the south gate represents a Chinook tribal canoe, the sort that used to ply the river when this very spot was river front, before the port parking lots and building sites were built on fill, in the early 1950s.
As you can see, the chop and drop method looks pretty messy. I look forward to the future three compost bins which will be made as soon as we get six more free pallets…from somewhere. I have decided the bins will tuck in nicely next to the greenhouse.
As I had walked all around the garden, I had collected one flower from every hellebore. I’m sorry to report that many had minuscule snails hiding inside, putting paid to the idea that a cold winter would mean fewer snails.
Here is the full collection of hellebore blossoms.
Because my camera has been finding it hard to capture the glory of the corylopsis in bloom, I asked Allan to photograph it.He returned with these:
Smokey snoozed through all of it.
I’d like to read for the rest of the day in this most wonderful book:
I can already tell you I am going to be rating this book at 20 stars. As a former housecleaner for 18 years, I find deep familiarity in the stories of doing housework for richer folk. And as the protagonist, Mildred, talks with her best friend about race, I keep marveling in a furious way that 70 years after it was written, how very much about racism is still the same. Read it; it is wonderful and it’s funny despite its serious topics. Read about it here.
My reading hours are curtailed because tonight is the local Democrats meeting. I know Mildred would want me to go. Here are her thoughts on a meeting: