Grass Garden, Cont’d.

Finished planting yesterday: Miscanthus Variegatus, lavender, catmint, sedge, maiden grass, dwarf fountain grass. Pulled off some serendipitous little vignettes and unearthed several big pudding stones for interest.
Will add mulch or woodchips and may ask Emme and/or James to help pick out some inexpensive whirligigs for color. There is room for the gazing ball that Bonnie wants.
Rained last night; we may get more today and a big storm on Friday.

Grass Garden

100_3226.jpgFor the last two days, I’ve been prepping a good-sized section of the back yard at Edgewater for a grass garden.

I’ve been fretting about that part of the yard for years. I had it cleared but never did anything with it, so it filled itself in with chamomile, weeds, evening primrose and a lot of nasty wild stuff with killer thorns.

I also trimmed the forsythia in the front and dug up two azaleas that never took. All of this required 2 trips to the transfer station in addition to the regular dump run. I was so worn out yesterday evening that I almost fell asleep in my driveway.

Don’t ask me why I’m doing this instead of working on the deck(s) because I really don’t know.

I do know that I could get a flight on Southwest from Providence to Oakland, with a stop in Phoenix, for only $204.

Window Boxes

100_3192.jpgEmme redid the window boxes on the shed today, and I think they look great.

We picked up a bunch of grasses for their backyard. Clearing and planting will likely be a weekend-long project.

Tribe

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Scottish Blessing
May the blessing of light be on you
Light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you like a great peat fire,
So that stranger and friend may come and warm himself at it.
And may light shine out of the two eyes of you,
Like a candle set in the window of a house,
Bidding the wanderer come in out of the storm.
May the blessing of the rain be on you,
May it beat upon your Spirit
And wash it fair and clean,
And leave there a shining pool where the blue of Heaven shines,
And sometimes a star.
May the blessing of the earth be on you,
Soft under your feet as you pass along the roads,
Soft under you as you lie out on it, tired at the end of day;
And may it rest easy over you when, at last, you lie out under it.
May it rest so lightly over you
That your soul may be out from under it quickly;
Up and off and on its way to God.
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The New Normal

Ron is leaving today. In about an hour, we’ll be on our way to Logan.
As usual, I’m not completely in touch with how I feel about that.
I do know that we’ve both changed. I can see it in his face, and maybe he can see it in mine.
We are bonded, as they say, and that it’ll be an interesting trick to sustain that while we are separated.

Shoes

He was trying to fill the holes in his heart.

I was wearing a series of ill-fitting shoes: promising at first, but after a while, they hurt the feet. Eventually, you have to take them off and throw them away.

Who knows, we may actually have stumbled on the real deal.

I Can Cook

We had a nice supper last night – baked cod, brown sugar/butter glazed carrots, salad, scratch-baked sour cream chocolate cake with homemade icing. Emme and I baked the cake the day before, an experiment to please Grandpa Ron, who said he’s been trying to find a recipe for that cake since the 1950’s.

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