Yesterday I took off the afternoon to keep my grandsons company while their Mom brought their sister to a doctor’s appointment.
I don’t want to do anything today but post to the weblog and watch the light change. I don’t want to shower, dress, change sheets, pay bills, fight the tourons on the roads and the supermarkets, or read about the haves and have-mores that swamp the news and entertainment sections of both the print and online media.
The unnamed yellow flowers on the outside of the fence have gone by, but there are at least a dozen deep purple flowers on the Clematis, the second Penstemon is blooming and Peter’s garden has a couple of huge, healthy black-eyed Susans growing out of the rock border.
A little over an hour ago, I saw a coyote trotting down the street, first time I’ve spotted one in this neighborhood.
So, Kenny-Boy has finally been indicted, with SEC charges pending.
John Kerry announced his pick for VP, causing failed businessman but favored son mega-millionaire one-term governor George Bush to fume about the lack of experience of self-made mega-millionaire trial lawyer turned one-term Senator John Edwards.
Friend Cathy found herself a term-to-perm gig as a staff accountant at a well-established local company, and an on-Cape transfer opportunity opened up for Tony.
Candace Mary’s new fence is about 90% done.
The Coreopsis have come back and the Lupine and transplanted hostas are blooming. The hanging planter of New Guineau impatiens that holds the little wren’s nest (with at least one fuzzy baby) has an incredible abundance of healthy, dark green leaves, no doubt due to the Nitrogen infusion from its tenants.
Thanks be to God, what else can possibly go right this week?!
As many faults as one finds with progressive journalists as a whole, occasionally one stumbles across a nugget of unintended wisdom.
Here’s an excerpt from “What is Good” published by William Rivers Pitt on Truthout this Independence Day.
The annual Mashpee town fireworks display happened last night, the first of the holiday weekend.
Deadheaded most of the fairy rose and all of the Bachelor’s buttons.
The Columbines that are most exposed to the sun are looking sickly, losing their leaves, maybe not getting enough water.
Penstemon is doing great, though, maybe put in more next year.
The yellow flowers on the left side of the fence have come back, I can’t remember their name.